When they come for me...

...I'll be sitting at my desk with a gun in my hand, wearing a bullet proof vest. Singin' "My my my how the time must fly when you know you're gonna' die by the end of the night!"
 
Handgun and a bottle of Boone's a "69" Ford and a new pair of shoes. left from Boise Idaho '95 so I was just in time to miss the five o'clock news. The velvet black interstate was something to feel spent $5.99 on a stone cold meal. Another bottle of wine I was feelin' just fine, And when I crossed the state line I was just in time to fall asleep at the wheel
 
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