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Duck & Cover – Sheriff Of Broken Jaw lyrics
Nice place that you're havin' here
Down on your luck, cryin' in your beer
Way past your prime, lost your appetite
Now your heart misses a beat
A rush of blood's not above the law
So says the sheriff of broken jaw
Can't win the day when you lose the fight
Now your heart's skipping a beat
The devil finds good work for those with grasping, idle hands
A fool's paradise, the hell you say
Go home or dig deep in a box or in the sand
Don't really matter either way
Put on airs, spoiling for a fight
Your charms have spoiled and you know I'm right
Crooked smile, lying through your teeth
Now your heart's skipping a beat
Early ripe's early rotten too
Getting was good and it got to you
Fragments shattered, falling into place
Now your heart misses a beat
The devil finds good work for those with grasping, idle hands
A fool's paradise, the hell you say
Go home or dig deep in a box or in the sand
Don't really matter either way
Bury your
Ow!
Bury your head
The devil finds good work for those with grasping, idle hands
A fool's paradise, the hell you say
Go home or dig deep in a box or in the sand
Don't really matter either way
Bury your head
Bury your head
Bury your head
Bury your
Down on your luck, cryin' in your beer
Way past your prime, lost your appetite
Now your heart misses a beat
A rush of blood's not above the law
So says the sheriff of broken jaw
Can't win the day when you lose the fight
Now your heart's skipping a beat
The devil finds good work for those with grasping, idle hands
A fool's paradise, the hell you say
Go home or dig deep in a box or in the sand
Don't really matter either way
Put on airs, spoiling for a fight
Your charms have spoiled and you know I'm right
Crooked smile, lying through your teeth
Now your heart's skipping a beat
Early ripe's early rotten too
Getting was good and it got to you
Fragments shattered, falling into place
Now your heart misses a beat
The devil finds good work for those with grasping, idle hands
A fool's paradise, the hell you say
Go home or dig deep in a box or in the sand
Don't really matter either way
Bury your
Ow!
Bury your head
The devil finds good work for those with grasping, idle hands
A fool's paradise, the hell you say
Go home or dig deep in a box or in the sand
Don't really matter either way
Bury your head
Bury your head
Bury your head
Bury your
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