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Yucka Sand Trap Explicit contentE

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Lyrics

Verse 1

Chrome rings rollin on the high desert floor

Six deep knockin on your front door

You claim loyalty

You talk like royalty

But your pupils wide like a canyon gap

Caught you lookin for a map to my stash

Beggin for a taste while the sirens crash

Hide your face in the Yucka dirt

Pretendin you feel my hurt

Smilin while you count my ends

Funny how the story bends

Shiftin shape in the shadows like a ghost

The one I trusted most

Empty pockets

Blown out sockets

Burnin through the fuel like a star

I see exactly who you are

Pre-Chorus

Resource drained to the bone

Leavin me out here alone

You think I am expendable

Your logic is questionable

Chorus

Fool me once shame on you

Fool me twice you are through

No second chances in the sand

Get on your knees and fold your hands

Start prayin to the sky

Cause the self made do not lie

Bastard with the twisted smile

Go and run another mile

Get down on them knees

Beggin for the desert breeze

Verse 2

Tweeker leanin by the broken gate

Weight of the world on a paper plate

Used my water

Lead my daughter

Wait

Wrong path

Feel the aftermath

Traded my respect for a little white rock

Now I'm changin every single lock

You think you pulled the wool tight

Now you lookin for a place to light

Snake in the Yucca brush

Caught in a frantic rush

Used my heat

Now we meet

One man standing where the cacti grow

Everything you owe

Vulture circling high

Say your last goodbye

Pre-Chorus

Resource drained to the bone

Leavin me out here alone

You think I am expendable

Your logic is questionable

Chorus

Fool me once shame on you

Fool me twice you are through

No second chances in the sand

Get on your knees and fold your hands

Start prayin to the sky

Cause the self made do not lie

Bastard with the twisted smile

Go and run another mile

Get down on them knees

Beggin for the desert breeze

Chorus

Fool me once shame on you

Fool me twice you are through

No second chances in the sand

Get on your knees and fold your hands

Start prayin to the sky

Cause the self made do not lie

Bastard with the twisted smile

Go and run another mile

Get down on them knees

Beggin for the desert breeze

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