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When two tribes go to war

A point is all you can score

When two tribes go to war

A point is all you can score

Cowboy no. 1

A born-again poor man's son

On the air america

I modelled shirts by van heusen-yeah

You know...

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Working on the black gas

Switch off your shield

Switch off and feel

I'm working on loving-yeah

Giving you back the good times

Ship it out-out

I'm working for the black gas

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We got two tribes

We got the bomb

We got the bomb-yeah

Sock it to me biscuits-now

Are we living in a land

Where sex and horror are the new gods?

Yeah

When two tribes go to war

A point is all you can score