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EVERYBODY'S GOT A GUN early pass
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I am Jesus Oldman. For whatever reason, I have begun to consider my mortality. Therefore. I am leaving my life's work to SoundClick.
CATS MAKE GREAT PIZZA. See Video. Hi World. I Am JESUS OLDMAN. Now considering my mortality, I am leaving my music, to SoundClick. Entrusting them to keep it alive, even after I am gone. Any money it will make, will go to SoundClick, not to me. Because I did it for Love, I did it for God. And I Trust SoundClick, to Keep This Alive For You All. -JO
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World • Reggae
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Peak #17
Peak in subgenre #2
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JESUS OLDMAN
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Copyright 2018 JESUS OLDMAN
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February 23, 2018
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MP3 4.4 MB • 160 kbps • 3:52
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EVERYBODY GOT A GUN Oh what's on my mind I have half a mind But it really don't matter much I've got God on the line He says How Are You I'm fine So what's new? He's a cagey deity He don't know what to say to me I guess I'd feel the same too 'Cause everybody's on the run, run, run... 'Cause everybody's got a gun, gun, gun... In the twilight time When we're losing our mind I think we're glad we have one You cannot drink till 21... But 18 to own a gun... ...and if you can't see What's wrong with that picture, Mister, you're screwed To stop a bad guy with a gun You need a good guy with a gun Well that's as may be But it still seems to me The kids don't need to have one Your heart's on the phone NRA plays not home Devil's advocate, you Would you still be one too? If you'd buried one of your own? 'Cause everybody's on the run, run, run... 'Cause everybody's got a gun, gun, gun... In the twilight time When we're losing our mine I think we're glad to have one You cannot drink till 21... But only 18 for a gun... ...and if you can't see What's wrong with that picture, Mister, you're screwed Guitar solo Your heart's on the phone NRA plays not home Devil's advocate, you Would you still be one too? If you'd buried one of your own? 'Cause everybody's on the run, run, run... 'Cause everybody's got a gun, gun, gun... In the twilight time When we're losing our mine I think we're glad to have one You cannot drink till 21... But only 18 for a gun... ...and if you can't see What's wrong with that picture, Mister, you're screwed ...and if you can't see What's wrong with that picture, Mister, you're screwed ...and if you can't see What's wrong with that picture, Mister... you're screwed Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah... Copyright 2018 JESUS OLDMAN
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