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Dead shot through the temple |
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In the temple heard the preacher screech |
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I bored you full of holes |
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Lucretia Saw you crease up in a ball |
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As if you swallowed your own poison |
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Followed as you crawled up to the altar |
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I watched the tabernacle choir |
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Bawling in a bath of sacramental wine |
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You laced it but it tastes just fine to me |
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Yes '89's a good year |
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Let's hear it now for bittersweet |
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Let's hear it now for good old '89 |
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Let's hear it now for good old '89 |
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We took our seats |
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We watched them stringing up a chicken |
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Kept on kicking |
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As they kicked away the chair |
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They fed it strychnine |
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We kept on staring sickened sordid |
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As you pulled another bullet |
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From my belt and fired |
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Count to nine |
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Count to nine |
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Count to nine |
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I caught it in my teeth |
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I licked it clean |
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I chewed it |
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I chewed it struck a match |
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I flew a dozen stories to my stool behind a widow |
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Sure I'm small but big enough |
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But I'm big enough to send a bullet through your head |
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A bullet through the center of your head |
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I'll send a bullet through the center of your head |
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Center bullet |
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Rent a bullet |
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A bullet through the center of your head |
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A bullet through the center of your head |
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Center bullet |
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Rent a bullet |
