Iron Horse
Artist: Beck
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Iron Horse Lyrics

Plastic donut, can of spam
There's no kindness in this land
Better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
Coffee clothing pasted on
Clean my gravestone when I'm gone
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's got a whole pile of things you don't want to hear
Hitch my horse up to the town
Got my toenails painted brown
And you better not let my good girl catch you here
She'll cut you down and put the blame on me
Just a muscle in a bag
Throw my baby, don't let her sag
But you better not let my good girl catch you here
She's getting all juiced up with a bottle of plain wrap beer
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Sons of Anarchy Quotes

Jax: Some days you're the Beamer, some days you're the goddamn deer.
Chibs: Some yuppie creamed it out by the streams.
Jax: He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head?
Half-Sack: How the hell you want me to get it out of there? (Jax gets a chainsaw) Come on. Jesus, man.
Jax: Just pretend its carve your on steak night at the sizzler.
Half-Sack: I don't eat meat, man.
Jax: Figure it out, grunt.

A true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. The outcome is the balance of might and right.

Jax Teller [voiceover, reading his fathers memoirs]