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If you want to keep on, but don't turn around
Go ahead, who the fools are, my friend
But oh, you're going to go home
Hey, yeah, my family's never having the guns
But God, oh, it's the glory
The West was one from a cheetah with a cone
And I hope he never lives it down
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
Ricky, Dickie, Ricky, Dickie
Ricky, Dickie, tell me if you want to break up
So you better start the game
Ricky, Dickie, Ricky, Dickie
Ricky, Dickie, tell me if I feel the act
Will you be part of the wonder?
From hand to heart, his hands to head
He's pretty teeth, but I'm here to live for it
He crossed lands and don't want no one else
All I hear is static in his voice
And those sweet words are news
And you're a dream
You're a fascinating thing
You're a pretend machine
Has sticks in its every spoke
You're inventing it all
From thin air and gross calls
Welcome to the Fallen Singer
