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I was born my papa's son A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun Now some of you would live through me Lock me up and throw away the key Or just find a place to hide away Hope that i'll just go away I feel alright ╟ i feel alright tonight I'll bring you precious contraband And ancient tales from distant lands Of conquerors and concubines and Conjurers from darker times Betrayal and conspiracy Sacrilege and heresy I got every thing you wont or need Your darkest fear, your fondest dream I ask you questions, tell you lies Criticize and sympathize Be careful what you wish for friend Because i've been to hell and now i'm back again