I'm tired of looking over my shoulder I'm tired of losing sleep all week long
Tired of the uneasy feeling and the sinful deceiving No, my soul won't rest till he's gone
* There's a fox in the henhouse I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows till the red rooster crows
Let that old twelve-gauge hammer come down
It's been going on a while now It ain't hard to see all the signs
Fool me once, shame on me, but twice, then you'll see That'll damn sure be the last time
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