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The bikes come out tonightI can hear them in town, fifteen blocks awayAnd I can hear them say"We're drinking down the gin"And then the next thing, "we'll be doing it all againIn the name of freedom"I won't say yes but I might say maybeIf we're drinking at Al's Corral, we don't got a lot of places to beShe said meet me anywhereBut just not over thereI cannot breathe the airIt smells like death, that's why sheTells me I've got to chooseBut I don't wanna chooseWhat do I got to lose?A lot of nothingI won't say yes but I might say maybeIf we're drinking at Al's Corral, we don't got a lot of places to beWell maybe I'm a gold licker, but I'm watching UFCAnd I'm drinking at Al's Corral, it's the only place for meWell, said Jesus is on my sideBut I don't want himSongtexteWill anyone be his bride?Well that and any timeWatching the wind on meI hear a whisperFreedom is never freeAnd that's a guaranteeI won't say yes but I might say maybeIf we're drinking at Al's Corral we don't got a lot of places to beWell maybe I'm a gold licker, but I'm watching UFCAnd we're drinking at Al's Corral, it's the only place for meTell me I have to waitBut I don't wanna waitTell me I have to careBut I don't wanna careTell me I've got to chooseBut I don't wanna chooseWhat do I got to lose? Aus Songtexte Mania