Hey bartender bring me the ticket chopper

Single malt black whiskey and a virgin in the garden

I sail on a boat and my jewel box is broken

Deception and betrayal are ripe for the bargain

Arapaho

Light yer spike with a candle

And a sailor will surely die

Facist vagabonds

Never look you in the eye

Nero fiddled in Rome as the fires burned all around

So I fiddle on the ocean as the stars are falling down

Arapaho

Don't turn yer back on a writer

Don't lay yer hand on a drum

Don't look too long at the smoke on the water

Or the cat might get yer tongue

When in a___og Rome do as the a___og Romans do

Prop yer feet up on a demon and sip that mornin dew

Seven African powers, sawed off double barrel shotgun

Old fashioned crucifixion the kind my grand pappy done

Arapaho

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