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Just Because You Like My Stuff Doesn't Mean I Owe You Anything.

On The Cliffs Of Your Wild Cat Charms I'm Riding.

Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground, I Can't Shoot Them Anymore. That Long Black Cloud Is Coming Down.

Although The Masters Make The Rules For The Wise Men And The Fools, I've Got Nothing, Ma, To Live Up To.

They Say That Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings Steal A Little And They Throw You In Jail. Steal A Lot And Then They Make You King.