Look over my shoulder as much as you please
We're primed and we're ready to go toe to toe with disease
And what are you hoping to see?
Would it set you back if I drop to my knees?
We're running the gauntlet and filling our socks with debris
And what kind of game shall it be?
If I played any faster, my tendons would freeze
And the boys in the back room are charging exorbitant fees
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"Running the Gauntlet" as written by Les Claypool
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