Standing in the spotlight
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Listening to the crowd
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Screaming for his insides
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Wantin him to let it out
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But can they handle what they want?
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Can they handle what they get?
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There's a creature coiled inside
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Been wantin out 3 hundred thousand years
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Hits one lick on his guitar
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Holds it to the ground
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Tryin to kill every livin thing
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A hundred miles around
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Your Momma warned you about this
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Your Daddy bought a gun
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But there is no turning back
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Once the show has begun
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And there's Jesus the promoter
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Standing in the wings
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Waiting on some cocaine
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An twidlin with his rings
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He's got a black gospel hairdo
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Haloed in the light
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Like he could walk on water
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If his shoes just weren't so tight
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And Magdalina the groupie
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Just OD'd on the bus
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But she seems kind of stupid
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So Hey what's all the fuss?
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But someone called the police
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Now they're out drivin her around
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Trying to cop up some feels
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Before they take her downtown
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And soundman Izzy Judas
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Squats way up in the booth
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Smokin ganja like some Buddha
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In his quest for the truth
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And all their is is highs
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Izzy's fingers on the board
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Got his 30 piece of silver
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Throws a kiss out to the Lord
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Ah standing in the spotlight
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Listening to the crowd
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Hits one lick on his guitar
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Holds it to the ground
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Tryin to kill every livin thing
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A hundred miles around
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Your Momma warned you about this
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Your Daddy bought a gun
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There is no turning back
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Cause the show must go on
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Show
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Terry Allen |