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Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
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Machine Gun
Broke from jail without a gun Public enemy number one Killed a man on the run On the lam, with his friends Headed straight back to jail Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o
He's gonna make his mark at a Vegas hotel He rolls snake-eyes, Jack He's gonna make his money
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com He's headin' west, on a killin' spree Down in L.A., you know the killin's free
(He was born on the 4th of July. When he spoke to you, Man, he stared you straight in the eye. He's the kind of man, when he walked into the room, you would feel it.The kind of man, when he walked in the room, it sounded like this)
He got a hundred years, and the electric chair His final words were, 'I don't care'
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