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We woke him up, he's crying loud |
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He's all messed up, all blacked out |
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Disco-Kaine he found his path |
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Identity, ha ha heh, what a laugh |
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Disco-Kaine |
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He missed the train and he fucks his brain |
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Disco-Kaine |
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He toots a bit he's an ugly stupid twit |
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Disco-Kaine |
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Hoochy coochy |
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Disco-Kaine |
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He scored a chick but could not come |
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All right for him but not for some |
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Too much snow so it won't grow |
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You're just a twit now, don't you know |
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Disco-Kaine |
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Got no more cash we'll toot the secret stash |
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Diso-Kaine |
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Have another bash and then go home and crash |
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Disco-Kaine |
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Speaking of the shit, where is my stash |
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Disco-Kaine |
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Ohh here it is, but we'll have to do it in the toilet, ok |
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Follow me |
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Shut the door |
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Good, it's all cut |
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Hey you got a hundred dollar note |
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Are you ready for the big sniff yo'all |
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Ok baby, let's boogie |
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Mundane chords they run his brain |
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Cognac, coffee, Kant and Kaine |
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Poor old fool one day he'll pay |
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He'll go all queer and end up gay |
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Disco-Kaine |
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He took too much he's all fucked up |
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Disco-Kaine |
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He'll dance a bumping bit and then he'll score some shit |
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Disco-Kaine |
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He missed the train and he fucks his brain |
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Disco-Kaine |
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He toots a bit he's an ugly stupid twit |
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Disco-Kaine |
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Ah Disco-Kaine |
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Ah Disco-Kaine |
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(Disco-Kaine) |
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Ah Disco-Kaine |
