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They tied his arms behind his back |
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to teach him how to swim |
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They put blood in his coffee |
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and milk in his gin |
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They stood over the soldier |
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in the midst of the squalor |
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There was war in his body |
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and it caused his brain to holler |
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Make the sacrifice |
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mutilate my face |
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If you need someone to kill |
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I'm a man without a will |
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Wash the razor in the rain |
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let me luxuriate in pain |
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Please don't set me free |
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death means a lot to me |
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The pain was lean and it made him scream |
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he knew he was alive |
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He put a pin through the nipples on his chest |
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he thought he was a saint |
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I've made love to my mother, killed my father and brother |
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what am I to do |
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When a sin goes too far, it's like a runaway car |
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it cannot be controlled |
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Spit upon his face and scream |
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there's no Oedipus today |
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This is no play you're thinking you are in |
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what will you say |
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Take the blue mask down from my face |
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and look me in the eye |
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I get a thrill from punishment |
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I've always been that way |
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I loathe and despise repentance |
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you are permanently stained |
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Your weakness buys indifference |
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and indiscretion in the streets |
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Dirty's what you are and clean is what you're not |
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you deserve to be soundly beat |
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Make the sacrifice |
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take it all the way |
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There's no "won't" high enough |
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to stop this desperate day |
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Don't take death away |
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cut the finger at the joint |
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Cut the stallion at his mount |
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and stuff it in his mouth |
