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We take the money and we count the bills a thousand to a stack

And when the coast is clear we take it through the alley in the back

Carpool to the cooler to have a drink and catch the evening

It turns my stomach but it’s nice to know you’re good at what you do

And on the way home I think of all the awkward things I’ve done

I hear them screaming as I reach inside my jacket for my gun

I see their faces imagining the darker things to come

Rubber mats, burlap sacks, run outside the bus is waiting

in Mexico, shades are on, the waiter brings my drink

You can’t buy happiness but you get a lot closer than you think

Call down to the concierge, bring my suit for an evening on the town

And dance the night away

And at the disco I think of all the awkward things I’ve done

I hear them screaming as I reach inside my jacket for my gun

I see their faces imagining the darker things to come

Rubber mats, burlap sacks, run outside the bus is waiting

Everybody, everybody on the ground and nobody gets hurt

(Put your hands up)

Everybody, everybody on the ground and nobody gets hurt

(Put your hands up)

Everybody, everybody on the ground and nobody gets hurt

(Put your hands up)

Everybody, everybody on the ground and no one here gets hurt

I don’t wanna make an orphan of your son

I hear them screaming as I reach inside my jacket for my gun

I see their faces imagining the darker things to come

Rubber mats, burlap sacks, and Jacksons everywhere

And Jacksons everywhere

And Jacksons everywhere

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