| All American, an evil game of extortion
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| A sick old man, and who would guess
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| He was once S. S
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| A deadly fascination, of a madman’s solution
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| Six million dead, poison tales pollute his head
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| Tell me a story — will you, will you
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| A real good story, I won’t leave till you
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| Spill your guts old man
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| Leave out any secrets, hiding in the…
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| Any skeletons, and all your other sins
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| Any skeletons in the closet
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| Any skeletons, any misfortunes
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| Any skeletons, hiding in the closet
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| Any skeletons, any skeletons
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| In the closet
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| It’s insanity, puppetmaster boy or Nazi
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| Apt pupil, he hears the screams
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| Nightmares turn into wet dreams
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| Hatred lives, boiling inside, dealing death it’s bumicide
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| In too deep, their secret stands but it won’t keep
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| Tell me a story — will you, will you
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| A real good story, I won’t leave till you
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| Spill your guts old man
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| Leave out any secrets, hiding in the…
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| Any skeletons, and all your other sins
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| Any skeletons in the closet
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| Any skeletons, any misfortunes
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| Any skeletons, hiding in the closet
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| Any skeletons, any skeletons
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| In the closet
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| The truth comes out, conspiracy there is no doubt
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| His life is ruined, but no not yet
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| He’s still got one card in the deck
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| A loaded gun, a happy smile, he’ll scope the freeway for awhile
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| King of the world, four hundred rounds it took five hours to bring him down
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| Tell me a story — will you, will you
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| A real good story, I won’t leave till you
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| Spill your guts old man
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| Leave out any secrets, hiding in the…
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| Any skeletons, and all your other sins
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| Any skeletons in the closet
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| Any skeletons, any misfortunes
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| Any skeletons, hiding in the closet
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| Any skeletons, any skeletons
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| In the closet |