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letra de money, guns and coffee - pray for rain

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many men have died here, and no one’s ever born
many battles fought here, but that’s what blood is for
in this town divorced from mercy, married to the gun
where every hour on the hour in this town another man is hung

for every finger a trigger
for every stone a bone

smell the breath of danger, let it fill your lungs
curse the empty chamber, you’ve nowhere to run
in this town that likes his coffee, money, l-st and guns
where every dollar is another ounce of power to tip the scales of blood

you pray for a seventh bullet
or you pray that you’ll be k!lled
perhaps you’ll go to heaven
but more likely straight to h-ll

now rest the hand of murder
in every back a knife
and now this final question
do you take it black or white?

- pray for rain

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