It's so dark, underground
We're drunk on Marx
A dozen rounds plus one
Come out with your hands up, or you die
Throw your guns down and reach for the sky

The chopping block
The cold gray cells
We'll make them talk
We'll give them hell
Come on'

Come out with your hands up, or you die
Throw your guns down and reach for the sky
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The Coup Lyrics

Mark Lenover – The Coup Lyrics