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We walk the streets at night |
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We go where eagles dare |
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They picked up every movement |
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They pick up every loser |
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With jaded eyes and features |
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You think they really care |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it, baby |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it baby, babe |
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An omelet of disease |
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Awaits your noontime meal |
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Her mouth of germicide |
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Seducing all your glands |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it, baby |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it baby, babe |
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Let's test your threshold of pain |
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Let's see how long you last |
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That's happened in your rape |
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On bosoms of your past |
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With jaded eyes and features |
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You think they really care |
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Let's go where eagles dare |
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We'll go where eagles dare |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it, baby |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it, baby |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it, baby |
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I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch |
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You better think about it baby, babe |