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A quart of VO in the trailer's always waiting patiently
Broken Lincoln in the driveway reminds them they can never leave
Black eyes, blood stained shirts, last night looks like it hurt
I see them staring at the windows again
There's somebody out there hiding right behind those trees
There's an FBI surveillance team and they're parked across the street
The line's tapped, your mind's snapped
We should get some sleep
If we don't hunt, we don't eat
Oxidation had taken its toll
In this house filled with ghosts
Picture frames are always sideways
When you're turning copper to gold
Got some hobbies that the law sees
As things to be frowned upon
Got some money from the swap meet
Things found on the neighbor's lawn
Fixing shit that ain't broken
Breaking shit that needs to be fixed
It's only stolen if you're caught with it
Oxidation had taken its toll
In this house filled with ghosts
Picture frames are always sideways
When you're turning copper to gold
Oxidation had taken its toll
In this house filled with ghosts
Picture frames are always sideways
When you're turning copper to gold