| You got the rhythm in your head, do the dance with the dead
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| Feet don’t touch the ground, too scared to look down
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| You got the chills and the thrills, the Lucy and the pills
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| Shoot to kill, aiming high, while waving bye-bye
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| You ain’t got money for the bills, it’s hard to earn a dime
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| It’s a rough life living giving just to die
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| You can hone your skills and make a lot of bills
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| But 'less you got the rhythm and the blues, you’ll lose
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, there’s a killer on the loose
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| (Killer, killer, killer, killer)
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, there’s a killer on the loose
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| (Killer, killer, killer, killer)
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| You got the rhythm in your blood, in the night you’re the sun
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| Too scared to let him down, waiting by the gun
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| Paranoia and suspicions, he kills and never misses
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| Gonna lose, it’s a shame, no one wins the game
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| Spend all his day sinning, the evil lurks within him
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| It’s a rough life living, still you see him grinning
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| You can come a long way but it’s gonna be a day
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| Unless you got the rhythm and the blues, you’ll lose
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, there’s a killer on the loose
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, takes a hold like a noose
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, there’s a killer on the loose
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| Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, takes a hold like a noose
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| Hey!
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| You got the rhythm in your bones as the feeling in you grows
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| Takes a hold like a noose, there’s a killer on the loose
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| Now you’re praying to be saved, singing songs to the grave
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| Aims to kill never misses, send all my love and kisses
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| Won’t need money for the bills, won’t need another dime
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| You had a rough life living, giving just to die
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| You can come a long way but it’s gonna be a day
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| Unless you got the rhythm and the blues, you’ll loose |