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You're racing down the streets
The walls are closing in
Feel the adrenaline pounding
You're face can't hide the fear
Open fire
See the sight of blood
If you step in their way
You'll be sent to kingdom come
All you got left is your mind
Runnin in the night
Taking every chance to survive
It ain't easy to live
With a price on your head
Hunted for a crime
That you didn't commit
In rivers of whiskey
You will lose all of your whit
Now a pack of gangsters are gonna decide my fate
When the king of moonshine spreads his rage
And all you got left is your mind
