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"All aboard" Cleopatra purrs.. |
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Among pens and swords, the gun's mightier |
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A mane of gold like a flame from a skull |
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Upon the wings of an angel |
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We'll leave this hellhole |
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Little boy lost down devil's alley |
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The mad Alsatian can almost taste me |
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Merrily merrily in terror I flee |
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Into the glow of traffic like a lava flow you'll see me |
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Every time I dance |
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Every time I dance with you |
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I stagger out the nightclub |
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Black and blue, battered and bruised |
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I care not |
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But I care not |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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"All aboard" Cleopatra purrs.. |
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Among pens and swords, the gun's mightier |
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A mane of gold like a flame from a skull |
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Upon the wings of an angel |
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We'll leave this hellhole |
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Mack the knife strolling down the street |
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The surgeons in the slaughterhouse |
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Spice the diced meat.. |
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Merrily merrily in terror I flee |
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Merrily merrily in terror I flee |
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Every time I dance |
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Every time I dance with you |
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I stagger out the nightclub |
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Black and blue, battered and bruised |
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I care not |
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But I care not |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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I care not |
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I care not |
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But I care not |
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Shotgun |
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Shotgun |
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Shine your gun |
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Shine your gun |
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Shine your gun, rude boy |
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Shine your gun |
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Shine your gun |
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It's time for the showdown. |
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Shine your gun |
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Shine your gun |
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Shine your gun, rude boy |
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Shine your gun |
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Shine your gun |
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It's time for the showdown. |
