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Who is that man in the road I see?
The man who stares right back at me...
When the dawning hits the morning
blood and vengeance as a warning...
Guns from your father
Guns from your hip...
A monopoly of hate
A street I've seen before...
When the dawning hits the morning
blood and vengeance as a warning...
Who is that man in the road I see?
The man who stares right back at me...