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Conviction Lyrics

Put your tie on and tug up
Hide yourself behind your three piece suit
To fool the world and gamble on and on

Raise your stake, go for round lot
Take our worldly goods and waste our money
That we gave to you in trust, in trust

Corrupt curator, you cheat the gallows and decamp
Conviction, we're going to get ya
Conviction, we're gonna burn your hiding place

Style your hair and grease your hands
Constrict your big, fat belly with a belt and play
The games you play the best, at last

Always been a bucketeer
Made good gain by accident and climbed the ladder
With our money and estate, sorry fate

Corrupt curator, you cheat the gallows and decamp
Conviction, we're going to get ya
Conviction, we're gonna burn your hiding place

these lyrics are submitted by kaan

Songwriter(s): Ralf Scheepers, Mat Sinner
Copyright: Hanseatic Musikverlag Gmbh & Co. Kg
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