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let's get killed - david holmes lyrics

[intro: man 1, woman, ]
this guy left the theatre, seven years, seven f*cking years
he was hidin’ out
wow
and he forgot to come back
yeah?
everything blew over
and, what happened seven years later?
came into a local bar, he walked through the door

this f*cking guy [?], a friend of mine got murdered, [?] the collection for his funeral, y’know?

this guy stole the money, and then he split [?] for seven years [?]. came into the local bar at, like, f*cking two o’clock in the morning, he walked in through the f*cking door. my f*cking legs start going like this. your legs ever start shaking? yeah, ha*ha! in f*cking [?]
i swear my legs start f*cking shaking. and there was another guy, and i call my friend, and i say, “look, that motherf*cker, i’m gonna take him out right now. you got my back?”, guy said, “yeah i’ve got your back”. i f*cking walked up to him, f*cking hit him as hard as i could in the f*cking face. his f*cking face f*cking exploded. boom! boom! beat the f*ck out [?] f*cking strangle him with his own f*cking shirt. they had [?] f*cking blood
oh my god! walked him to the f*cking sidewalk. i’ma tell you something: i [?] to the guy at the time, in 1984. [?] my friends hold me back, my clothes are all f*cking ripped, [?] cops [?] and he got away, and he was gone for years
that first f*cking time i saw him i was in a f*cking bar. yeah
and he came walkin’ in… (yes, [?]) and i just f*cking snapped, i just f*cking snapped [?] this guy [?] “yeah i’ve got your back”
the guy was a heavyweight wrestler, i’m not going to… ah… i ganged up on somebody, this guy was f*cking my age, and weighted two hundred and seventy pounds. this guy was big f*cking fat, black motherf*cker, piece of sh*t motherf*cker. and i f*cking took him out, man, i had so much f*ckin’ aggression, years of aggression…
yeah, babe, that’s what it is, so, so [?]
right or wrong? right or wrong?

[instrumental]

[outro: man 1, woman, ]
right or wrong? right or wrong?

no, no, no… black’s got nothing to do with it, it’s about what he did
understand me, sir, i got it, it’s got nothing to do with the color of your skin, it’s got, it’s got everything to do with what he did, man. he stole f*cking money from a f*cking dead man’s hand

- david holmes lyrics

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