Pantera

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A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouthOf the outsiders, lawyers, policeA small price to pay for the dope and the gunsAnd the rape, it should all be OK (OK)

Your father is rich, he’s the judge, he’s the manHe’s the God that got your sentence reducedBut in the back of his mind, he well knows what he’d findIf he looked a little deeper in you, in you

Drag the waters some moreLike never before

Drag the waters some moreLike never beforeDrag the waters some more

Sweet is the slice and the lipsYou’re gonna have that woman, she is your favorite layPromised you swore that, ah, no one had been thereAnd she was gonna keep it that way

Let it move in, you got thin, and got highAnd your money went and so did your friendsBut she’s by your side, and her smile cannot hideThe premonition of the beckoning end, the end

Drag the waters some moreLike never before

Drag the waters some moreLike never beforeDrag the waters some more

See what it is inside, F.Y.I.

Drag the waters some moreLike never beforeDrag the waters some more

Drag the waters some more(In with it, out with it)Drag the waters some more(In with it, out with it)

Drag the waters some moreLike never beforeDrag the waters some moreMore, more

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