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As they pulled you
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out of the oxygen tent
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You asked for the latest party
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With your silicone hump
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and your ten inch stump
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Dressed like a priest you was
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Tod Browning's freak you was
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Crawling down the alley
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on your hands and knee
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I'm sure you're not protected,
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for it's plain to see
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The diamond dogs are poachers
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and they hide behind trees
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Hunt you to the ground they will,
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mannequins with kill appeal
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(Will they come?)
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I'll keep a friend serene
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(Will they come?)
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Oh baby, come unto me
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(Will they come?)
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Well, she's come, been and gone.
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Come out of the garden, baby
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You'll catch your death in the fog
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Young girl,
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they call them the Diamond Dogs
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Young girl,
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they call them the Diamond Dogs
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The Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
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And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
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The elevator's broke,
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so he slides down a rope
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Onto the street below,
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oh Tarzie, go man go
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Meets his little hussey
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with his ghost town approach
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Her face her saddest feature
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but she wears a Dali brooch
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Sweetly reminiscent,
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something mother used to bake
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Wrecked up and paralysed,
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Diamond Dogs are civilised
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(Will they come?)
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I'll keep a friend serene
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(Will they come?)
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Oh baby, come unto me
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(Will they come?)
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Well, she's come, been and gone.
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Come out of the garden, baby
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You'll catch your death in the fog
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Young girl,
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they call them the Diamond Dogs
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Young girl,
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they call them the Diamond Dogs
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Woo-ooh-hoo-oo,
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call them the Diamond Dogs
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call them the Diamond Dogs
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Ooooooooh
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In the year of the scavenger,
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season of the bitch
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They sashay on the boardwalk,
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scurry to the ditch
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Just another future song,
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lonely little kitsch
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(There's gonna be sirens)
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Try and wake up tomorrow
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(Will they come?)
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I'll keep a friend serene
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(Will they come?)
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Oh baby, come unto me
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(Will they come?)
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Well, she's come, been and gone.
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Come out of the garden, baby
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You'll catch your death in the fog
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Young girl,
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they call them the Diamond Dogs
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Young girl,
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they call them the Diamond Dogs
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Woo-ooh-hoo-oo,
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call them the Diamond Dogs
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Woo-ooh-hoo-oo,
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call them the Diamond Dogs
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call them the Diamond Dogs
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Call them the Diamond Dogs
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call them, they call them
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call them the Diamond Dogs
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call them, they call them
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call them the Diamond Dogs
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Keep cool!
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Diamond Dogs rule
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OK?
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Beware of the Diamond Dogs
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Beware of the Diamond Dogs
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Beware of the Diamond Dogs
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Beware of the Diamond Dogs |
