LAY it down low, break its
trick, with one final blow,
let the priest wave his hands,
and scream, you must be saved,
you must be saved, , ,
lay it down low, with your money
and plastic gun, take hold of those
drugs, you know the ones you keep
close to your heart, and broken home.
LAY it down low one last time, then
turn out the lights, and watch your
years, slowly pass by.
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