Marlboro Man
Hey Marlboro Man with your graveyard stew
Death tried, but he can’t get next to you.
You’re tough, though you’re only pulp and glue.
Death tried, but he can’t get next to you
No he can’t get next to you.
Black coffee is my cup of brew.
Death tried, but he can’t get next to you.
You’re tough, though you’re only pulp and glue.
Death tried, but he can’t get next to you
No he can’t get next to you.
Black coffee is my cup of brew.
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