3. The Furor
(Here comes the Furor) Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street Await the coming of the lord Hangin' round with them low down and dirty Bringing order from the boss What's the furor 'bout it all Leave you pantin', bust your balls Kicked around, messed about, get your hands dirty On the killin' floor I'm your furor I'm your furor, baby (Come on, yeah) Friend of mine, cross the line to a new state I can shake the law Find a mine, gonna build me a new place No knockin' door to door I'm your furor I'm your furor, baby What's your furor I'm your furor (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bring on the furor (c'mon) (Well) I'm your furor What's your furor (Baby) Feel the furor I'm your furor baby I'm your furor What's your furor baby Feel the furor You're my furor I'm your furor I'm your furor
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