This plight is misguided, I just wanna make a play
Outside of your head's a full and flowing mane
I'll serve knives tonight in front of what's our old settlement
Surrender my arms to you, Jack of all trades
Call the law, the killer claims it's natural, rational
We've a game to play and I can play the devil that you know
Enchanted the bland takes over your radio
It's in the way that altitude makes you brave
Belonging headlong into the mindless middle ground
your knuckles dragging allow me to retaliate
Call the law, the killer claims it's natural, rational
We've a game to play and I can play the devil that you know
Hands up
Hands down
Take the strategy out of the sound

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