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What good is a Stetson?

If you've got no head

What good is a bullet?

If you can't take lead



I'm on their payroll

I'm on their payroll

They paid for my soul

On their payroll



What good is my life?

When you're out of it

What good is my money?

When it smells like shit



I'm on their payroll

I'm on their payroll

They paid for my soul

On their payroll






I FUCKED IT UP

I MADE MISTAKES

NOW I'M PAYROLLED



What good are my genes?

When I can't think straight

What good is my past?

When it's full of hate



I'm on their payroll

I'm on their payroll

They paid for my soul

On the payroll



I FUCKED...



Little white rabbits

And brown pyramids

I'm a mean old man

And a frighten kid



What was I thinkin'?

When I sunk this low

How can I stop it?

When I can't go slow



I'm on their payroll...



I FUCKED...