Said the plain clothes cop to the beauty queen
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“I’ve seen nothing but a spoke in a wheel”
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So she gave up her crown to a kid with a crutch
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And they both felt cheated after closing the deal
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And the white tooth man I ran with him
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Got all cut up from pissin out in the weeds
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And a fight upstate with a broken blade
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And a wife whose finger never wanted a ring
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Said the plain clothes cop to the Indian chief
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“I’ve made nothing but an honest mistake”
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The postman cried while reading the mail
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And we all got trampled in the Christmas parade
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And the white tooth man who sold me a gun
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A map of Canaan and a government bond
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Said “I love this town, but it ain’t the same”
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The ski mask ripped as he was putting it on
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Said the plain clothes cop to the holy ghost
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“I’ve heard nothing yet that wasn’t the wind”
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And we all got sick on a strip club meal
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While the statehouse pardoned all the witches again
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So the white tooth man with his kids in the car
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And a wad of money that was already spent
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Said “I love my dog but she just ran away,
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She’ll keep running like the world never ends”
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White Tooth Man
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