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Runnin' pell-mell and harum-scarum |
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Runnin' as hot as they do or dare |
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Stick out your tongue and drink down all the venom |
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Off Cut-Throat Cuthbert and Millicent St.Cy |
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From the real old Macau |
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To the new False Americas |
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In the liberated territories |
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Unusual suspects shake down |
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Shake down, shake down |
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Various dubious characters |
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Mother's in the kitchen pickin' bones for breakfast |
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Boilin' them down by the bushel and the score |
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Pull out your thumb and count what's left on your fist |
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There's a wolf at the window with a ravenin' maw |
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Did you find how to lie? |
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Did you find out how to cheat? |
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The elite bleat, they're obsolete |
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So are your prospects |
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Exact, perfect object? |
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Now if you'd only genuflect |
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They're runnin' wild just like some |
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Childish tantrum |
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Meanwhile we're workin' every day |
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Payin' off the National Ransom |
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Woe betide all this hocus-pocus |
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They're runnin' us ragged at their first attempt |
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Around the time the killin' stopped on Wall St. |
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You couldn't hold me, baby, with anythin' but contempt |
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Letters peal slowly from our speech |
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The Claxton attempts to preach |
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Stretchin' out for stars still out of reach |
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Drownin', flailin', outside |
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Someone's wailin' |
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They're runnin' wild just like some |
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Childish tantrum |
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Meanwhile we're workin' every day |
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Payin' off the National Ransom |
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They're runnin' wild just like some |
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Childish tantrum |
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Meanwhile we're workin' every day |
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Payin' off the National Ransom |
