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A wick with no candle A wheel with no axle I ride with no saddle No lift Then I'm dragging the kite A blade with no handle A brick for your window I'm fine but I'm single A dime and I'm the same on both sides You're a stone-cold killer you say But you're looking like a part-time criminal Waive the charade Man, you lay it on thick Its a dive bar, save the game You drink and you sit Easy to please But hard to impress Im in a mood, new shoes, and a bulletproof dress Sugar on the rim and a shot of mescal Man, its murder in the morning But its good for morale Can you mortar more Looks like you're bricking with both hands Get the spirit level Letras de cancionesOr the skeleton won't stand Fuck the plan, man I'm tryna call an audible Probable lost cause But I got a thing for long shots Yes, yes, naysayers got the wrong job Best bet when you think they got the wrong odds And I've done some living in a glass house High note blew the motherfucking walls off And I sleep With both eyes open Standing up Alone and holding Off the rust And I'm still living by my maiden name The name I came with The name I made And I'm bare-faced at your masquerade Filled a flask up before I came Because night falls We all wanna hear that fight song Car running like a nylon Brights on Times right but the clocks wrong Never set it, never settle in a time zone Take what I need with me Pray for rain but brace for whiskey Something in the tank, money in the bank Callin it a win we Give a little thanks, give a little back Busy with the grand plan Take one last look Left the bandwagon For a banned book To break out you gotta give up the chase To make love you gotta take off the brace And we all leave it feeling half done Best you can do is just put a hand up Hope grace and good works in the end add up Find out when the pendulum hangs plumb From Letras Mania