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Paroles de la chanson Dishonest Men par The Black Lips
Lean-tail scorpions, mean as hell
I'm tellin' you it's the fear they smell
The power of their sting is hard to quell
Well, he's broke in two, a Peter Marcia
You can break the law if you really wanna
That old judge is bound to string you up
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"
He runs the law from an old saloon
I'm tellin' you it's the fear they smell
The power of their sting is hard to quell
Well, he's broke in two, a Peter Marcia
You can break the law if you really wanna
That old judge is bound to string you up
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"
He runs the law from an old saloon
In a Texas town called Granagaroo
And that hangin' judge ain't searchin' for the truth
And these tired lawyers turn mountain lies
Don't come around if you're scared to die
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"
Misclearly led you is the town muse
Say a bad word about her and you're bound to lose
Where you stand shall be your dying ground
And that hangin' judge ain't searchin' for the truth
And these tired lawyers turn mountain lies
Don't come around if you're scared to die
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"
Misclearly led you is the town muse
Say a bad word about her and you're bound to lose
Where you stand shall be your dying ground
Cry shaking sorry as the day we bred
Don't mess around or you'll wind up dead
We're all be a marker on your grave
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"
They're all dishonest men
Don't mess around or you'll wind up dead
We're all be a marker on your grave
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Yeah, we're trouble fun, yeah (Trouble fun, yeah)
Like big
And ???
And our detector cries, "Grab a poly
They're all dishonest men
They're all dishonest men"
They're all dishonest men
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