Drop The Hammer Down

Name the father, son & the fixer
 And to the warmth we all feel inside
 Strap it on and pour the elixir
 To the days we count as alive
 Concrete Jesus in a hell of a fix
 He makes his living on a heavy-handed mix
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 Black daze, white haze
 Shoot me down the adrenaline highway
 Black daze, white haze
 Shoot me up, count me alive
 Seem to pray whenever I need it
 Seem to sin whenever I want
 Strap it on intending to bleed it
 An easy mark, so nonchalant
 Concrete Jesus got the law on his side
 He gets his kicks pissing on my pride
 Call in the fixer
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 Black daze, white haze
 Shoot me down the adrenaline highway
 Black daze, white haze
 Shoot me up, count me alive
 Amputated spirit, executed soul
 None but the shell of before
 Exterminated feel it as it fills the hole
 Here them screaming, they want more
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 Black daze, white haze
 Shoot me down the adrenaline highway
 Black daze, white haze
 Shoot me up, count me alive.