Room 44 at the Charter Arms

With stocking face I bought a gun
The plan was set, the plan was done
Looked at my watch and started for the door
Now the food here ain’t so good no more
And they closed the package store

Oh Michael, Oh Jesus
You know I’m not to blame
You know my reputation
For playing a good clean game

My poison’s named you know my brand
So please make mine a double Sam
Stir it up nice, I’ll eat it right here
This highway runs from Paraguay
And I’ve just come all the way…


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