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I'm the butcher's son |
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Softly killing |
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With my homemade gun |
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Shocking, shocking |
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As we passed the hardware store |
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You said I was the one who wasn't sane |
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Driving by the rookie camp you said |
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You wouldn't hold my hand again |
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Stopping by the schoolyard |
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Where the kids were laughing hard |
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They'd scream and shout |
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I pulled out my razor blade so you could see |
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What I was all about |
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Having heard the rumors, I appeared |
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The day they said you were to dance |
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Judging by your army look |
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I'd say you'll never get a second chance |
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Swinging back and forth, although you notice |
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That I set your rope aflame |
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You shoot like an arrow through the air |
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You turned your head and screamed my name |
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You could have your way |
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Easy shilling |
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I'm the butcher's son |
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Shocking, shocking |
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And how will you know if they see me again |
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How will you notice I've got eyes of a friend |
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You say that I'm the butcher's son |
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Softly killing |
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With my homemade gun |
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Shocking, shocking |
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Chorus |
