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Billings, MTFrom The Railyard to The RainbowWe've assembled a posse Assembled a crew Through stereotypes and lies We'll turn tens into ones And everyone except myself will know Everyone except myself will know Well, here's a perfect scene An eavesdropping local A corner, a point between sobriety and insanity Where visitors have fought the liquor of your thoughts Oh, you chew like a champ You'll sour your story through dental work you've lost Dental work you've lost Dental work you've lost Oh, you chew like a champ You'll sour your story through barbed wire you've stamped With feet we have found In your homeland's hands I chew like a champ I'll spit back what you spit at me Through barbed wire we've stamped With feet we have found In your homeland's hands And everyone except myself will know Everyone except myself will know |