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Black market toast
On the Ivory Coast
Heavy metal going down
Hats pulled low
Every movement slow
Itchy fingers all around
Gun dealer asks me if I have the honey
I ask him if he has the fun
Smile disappears, he says don’t be funny
You’re dead if we don’t get this done
My smile should have warned him
I would leave him lying dead in the dust
My eyes should have sold him
That his end was near...
Dead and lying in the dust
Dead and lying in the dust
Dead and lying in the dust
Dead and lying in the dust
Yeah
Dead and lying in the dust
Gunfire contract with a taste of money
This never was about the guns
Hand disappears
Then I tell him, sonny
It’s not the deal that’s going down
My smile should have warned him
I would leave him lying in dead in the dust
My eyes should have sold him
That his end was near…
Dead and lying in the dust
Dead and lying in the dust
Dead and lying in the dust
Yeah
Dead and lying in the dust
Gunfire contract with a taste of money
This never was about the guns
Hand disappears
Then I tell him, sonny
It’s not the deal that’ going down
Dead…yeah
In the dust
In the dust
In the dust
In the dust
In the dust
In the dust
In the dust
In the dust
In the dust
Mark Kaeppel
Copyright August 2008
All rights reserved
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