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My edge is keen and I've honed my skill. |
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I've got nerves of steel and an iron will. |
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My skin is bronze, my trim is chrome, |
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Climb aboard - I'll drive you home. |
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I'm a silver - tongued devil with a heart of gold, |
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When I was made they broke the mould. |
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My blood runs hot, like molten lead, |
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Pump you full - I'm gonna knock you dead. |
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I don't mince words, I spit'em out. |
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I won't leave room for any doubt. |
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Get to the point, stop splitting hairs |
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That ain't getting either of us anywhere. |
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Sometimes it's better to be blunt |
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But is this some kind of publicity stunt? |
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So far you've whet my appetite, |
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Do you wanna grind with me tonight? |
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Axegrinder. I'm not famous for my tact. |
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Axegrinder. I've gotta sharpen up my act. |
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Axegrinder. Try and see things through my eyes. |
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Everything and everyone gets cut back down to size. |
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On the brink of who knows what? |
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We've gotta strike while the iron's hot. |
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L can hold your hand, try to guide you through |
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But I can't make your moves for you. |
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Swing my blade - that's how it's done. |
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Don't stop me now, I've only just begun. |
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I was told when I was young |
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I wouldn't work in an iron lung. |
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Now I've learned a trick of two. |
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I'm working up a sweat for you. |
