22.Cross Fire
I don't wanna live in Yardyland
Every juvenile delinquent has a gun in his hand
I got a problem with my drugs
I can never, never, never, never, never get enough
I gotta pack, I gotta run
I can't sit here like a smoking gun
So many geese is flying south
Like the lies from your mouth
Crossfire
There's a sniper on the roof
Dogs are barking in the yard
There's the sheriff up a tree
Hey, mr Policeman don't shoot me
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