Gothic Americana Music

D.O.A.

D.O.A.

Can’t take me down,
Came to town on a mile high horse
And I’ll leave here soon,
By the moon as a matter of course
You best beware,
Got a stare that is colder than ice
And if you give in,
It’s a sin, but it’s well worth the price

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People say what they want,
It’s of no use to me
‘Cause I’ll do what I want
And won’t beg for reprieve
I’ve got a million other places that I’d rather be
And the road ahead is long, but no end do I see

Don’t cross my path,
Do the math and you’ll figure it out
I ain’t no good,
Knock on wood if you’re still having doubts
Best lock your doors,
Pace the floors ’cause I don’t come in peace
I’ll have my fun,
When I’m done, have your man call the priest

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I ain’t no square,
People stare when I come through the door
By God or Hell,
I can tell that they’re begging me for more
I won’t deny,
Women cry at the sound of my name
I love them blind,
Lose their minds and well, ain’t that a shame!

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