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With a handful of backhanders and a bevy of beauty |
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You're going off limits, going off duty |
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Going off the rails, going off with booty |
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They tell tales of fiction found on all the criminal types |
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Lead to a higher ranking man or a face with thin red stripes |
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The boys next door, the mums and dads |
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New weds and nearly-deads |
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Have you ever been had in Clubland? |
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In Clubland? |
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There's a piece in someone's pocket to do the dirty work |
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You've come to shoot the pony, they've come to do the jerk |
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They leave him half way to paradise, they leave you half way to bliss |
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The ladies' invitation never seemed like this |
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The boys next door, the mums and dads |
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New weds and nearly-deads |
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Have you ever been had in Clubland? |
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In Clubland? |
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The long arm of the law slides up the outskirts of town |
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Meanwhile in Clubland, they are ready to pull them down |
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Hey! |
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The right to work is traded in for the right to refuse admission |
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Don't pass out now, there's no refund |
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Did you find out what you were missing |
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The crowd is taking forty winks minus ten percent |
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You barely get required sleep to go lingering with contemptment |
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Thursday to Saturday, money's gone already |
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Some things come in common these days |
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Your hands and work aren't steady |
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The boys next door, the mums and dads |
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New weds and nearly-deads |
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Have you ever been had in Clubland? |
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In Clubland? |
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In Clubland? |
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In Clubland? |
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Woah |