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Call me Ricky.


Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone
Lived nine to five and worked his fingers to the bone
Just barely out of school, came from the edge of town
Fought like a switchblade so no one could take him down
He had no money, no no good at home
Walked the streets a soldier and he fought the world alone
And now it's

18 and Life

Tequila in his heartbeat, his veins burned gasoline
It kept his motor running but it never kept him clean
They say he loved adventure, "Ricky's the wild one"
He married trouble and had a courtship with a gun
Bang Bang shoot 'em up, the party never ends
You can't think of dying when the bottle's your best friend
And now it's.

18 and Life
 
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