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Who's the god of Cape Cod |
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Who's higher than Hyannis |
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Who could get away with murder |
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From money and simply vanish |
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Suit jacket in a casket, lookin so fantastic |
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Sweater vest fresh |
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Posin' with a tennis racquet |
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YES |
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So classic |
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YES |
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So tragic |
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YES |
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Camelot was formed in Black Magic |
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There's lots of sinners |
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Eating lobster dinners |
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With some mobster figures |
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Selling lots of liquor |
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Hair slicked back |
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Three piece suits |
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And shoes polished |
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Martha's Vineyard mansion |
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And an Ivy League college |
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Secret societies |
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And a sick fascination |
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With accidental deaths |
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And planned assassinations |
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The birth of a nation |
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Erasing the line that's drawn |
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To define God and Satan |
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...It's Jack, it's Bobby |
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It's even Teddy |
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Reversed on my enemy's |
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The curse of the Kennedy's.... |
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Demeanor of Joe senior |
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Overachiever |
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Won't stop 'til I own The Mona Lisa |
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With a home in Ibiza |
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Hear the news flash over the speaker |
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They're killing Kennedys... |
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Keep calm, load up the heater |
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Bobby's slumped on podium |
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P.O.T.U.S. is down |
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We got political pull, probly the dopest around |
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We got publicists for damage control... |
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Kennedy style |
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Kill a girl by accident ...never see trial |
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Heavenly Father... please wash all of my sins |
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While I wash away my pain |
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With this Tonic & Gin |
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While I vomit in the sink |
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And think of ominous things |
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Like Atomic bombs |
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Never let the communists win |
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Live from the Bay of Pigs |
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It's obvious lies |
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When anybody denies |
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All the Mafia ties |
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You surprised? |
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It's Jack, it's Bobby, it's even Teddy |
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Reversed on my enemies |
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The Curse Of The Kennedys... |
