| The seance has just been told,
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| The slaughter has just been sold,
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| To some people who won’t get old,
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| Cause their skin is getting cold.
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| The room that’s in the back,
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| That’s where I lost it all.
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| In the room that’s in the back,
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| Let’s go have a ball.
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| Cause I’m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
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| I’m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
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| I’m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
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| I’m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
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| Head burning up, chain-smoking,
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| Everybody here is choking.
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| Shrunken heads are joking,
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| And new-born skull is broke.
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| And the room that’s in the back,
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| Is where I lost it all.
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| In the room that’s in the back,
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| Let’s go have a ball.
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| Cause I’m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
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| I’m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
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| I’m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
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| I’m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
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| Cause I’m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
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| I’m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
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| I’m slipping into the Charlie Manson Blues.
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| I’m a stupid dressed Jesus son.
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| Whoa, Goddammit!
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| Shit! |