Fists flying, on the run How whiskey tastes like fun Ive had my back against the stars, face down in mud Run through the hurricane Coincidentally felt no pain Crank up the amplifiers so loud Dont wanna hear your lip no more Take on the world Its Whiskey War Backcharge the system fast Cops confiscate your grass then burn it up when they get home And youre still in jail Doctors will write the scripts Youll shove em past your lips One legal dealer with a quota Aint gonna take that shit no more Take on the world Its Whiskey War Signal towers pushing power overhead Scam religions, premonitions of the dead Listen to me, carbon copy wannabe FUCK YOU One cannot be what they werent born to be Dont take for granted whats your home I wont pretend Im aristocracy Im just a troop in Whiskey War
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