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By John Perry Barlow and Brent Mydland.
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Well, it's three a.m. in the Combat Zone
Gentlemen, start your engines
You can close this bar, but baby, I ain't going
Gentlemen, start your engines
If you lock up the whisky, give me gasoline
Got a seven-grand redline on the black machine
The dead can do my sleepin', if you know what I mean
Got a little girl here in a pinafore
She's gonna do us all and then beg for more
It's dark outside, but it's darker within
Check the back of my jacket just to see my grin
They don't write poems about the state I'm in
One of these days I'm gonna pull myself together
After I finish tearing myself apart
Let me tell you, honey, there's some mighty stormy weather
Rolling 'round the caverns of my heart
When the police come, you better let 'em in
Don't forget to tell 'em what a sport I've been
Got a head full of vintage TNT
Gonna blow me up instead of burying me
If you don't like trouble, better leave my ass be
Gentlemen, start your engines
Like the devil's mustangs, I been riding hell for leather
Put away wet and angry in the dark
Let me tell you, honey, there's some mighty stormy weather
Rolling 'round the caverns of my heart
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Fair to Mydland,
released March 30, 2018
Beau Mansfield - Keyboard, "Guitar" and Vocals
Ken Dedmon - Drums
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