West Memphis

 
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God is good all the time, yeah, all the time God is good 
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When I'm fucking of being polite and overall misunderstood 
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So I snuck on out into the stream, cigarette between my teeth 
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Thought I heard the front door creek, it was just my neighboor with her cup of tea 
 

 
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She said, "What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim?" 
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Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels 
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Whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain 
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Aimed at just how just shitty those snickers feel 
 

 
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'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars 
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It ain't the trip on out to Mars 
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It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you 
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I ain't got a horse out in the race 
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But we're foes from that place 
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'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth 
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That country ain't accustomed 
 

 
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Don't you let them dress you 
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Battle ship and ouija board, who could ever ask for more? 
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Formula from the corner store, I had no idea they'd grew up poor 
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It was TV in and praise the Lord, then power was on out by four 
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Granny said to trust the Lord, you'll hear the second settle every score 
 

 
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What's realer than the part of you that you don't even claim? 
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Well, I guess that's how West Memphis probably feels 
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But whatever shit they sell you next don't ever ease the pain 
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It ain't that just how them city slickers deal 
 

 
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'Cause it ain't the booze, it ain't the bars 
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It ain't the trip on out to Mars 
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It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you 
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I ain't got a horse out in the race 
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But we're foes from that same place 
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'Cause there's tragedy we all know is the truth 
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That country ain't accustomed 
 

 
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Don't you let them dress you 
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They'll dress you up, sell you out and cut you down 
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And play their good old gooddamn games until the gospel comes around 
 

 
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It ain't the booze, it ain't the bars 
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It ain't the trip on out to Mars 
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It's a well that's dug down deep down inside of you 
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You can wear the hats and hit the gas 
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And wonder where you'll end up next 
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You're a lucky one, the truth will follow you 
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That country ain't accustomed 
 

 
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Don't you let them dress you 
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Outro: 
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The cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes 
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As long as this goes 
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No, no, no, no, no 
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No, no, no, no, no 
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No one knows the cost it takes to remember yourself as long as this goes 
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No one knows the cost 
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Cost 
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