| I am the greaser and when it gets dark
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| I start like a mushroom, I grease where I reach,
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| I remain cautious in my wandering wandering,
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| who wants to send me to shit must shout:
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| "Give it to the greaser!"
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| My trip at the moment is a bloody ointment
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| that I lay on concrete walls
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| which I intend to raise as a monument to stupidity,
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| in intent I try it with ease.
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| Cynical figure in the dark night, dirty the doors,
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| I bring death, who cares,
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| if they catch me they beat me up,
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| at the very least you find me clicked on Rotten.
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| My heart beats faster than the beatles,
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| when I bring confusion to the population,
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| I benefit from it maximum panic to the next
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| and the next could be anyone.
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| Ash, rust, virgin's blood
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| Snake tongue, saliva and soot.
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| Ooooh give it to the greaser.
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| Goat dung, peacock eye,
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| Head pee in my cauldron.
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| Ooooh give it to the greaser.
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| The morning has gold in its mouth for me and poop in its mouth for foolish people
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| who sniffs, accuses, arcs,
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| fearful of being taken to church as well,
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| hunted down and stoned
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| victim of illegitimate defense.
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| Wounded by a blow,
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| the monatto passes and puts her in a cart
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| headed to the pit,
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| I will not, I will intercept as a pivot
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| the move of the crowd
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| even when it's me knocking.
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| No, I don't open,
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| otherwise I discover myself for the role
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| that I cover with a scapegoat,
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| I will give myself up if I have finished the repertoire
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| that I invent in the mortorium of my laboratory.
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| to get me out, dear ones,
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| we need safe assassins,
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| shady figures, my daring peers,
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| if they are so rare do me the favor,
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| shut yourself up in the house
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| that the greaser is back!
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| Ash, rust, virgin's blood
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| Snake tongue, saliva and soot.
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| Ooooh give it to the greaser.
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| Goat dung, peacock eye,
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| pissing head in my cauldron.
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| Ooooh give it to the greaser.
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| I am the plague that hits the dickheads,
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| the "dirty bub of a purple bruise"
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| which is embarrassing.
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| If you listened to me, I already infected you, poor fellow,
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| you got caught they took you to the Lazaretto,
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| I go back to bed satisfied I keep the pact
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| that I have stipulated with the accursed.
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| ... I am a perfect outcast for this reason I expect a stake in my chest.
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| ... I disappear, I delight.
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| Ash, rust, virgin's blood
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| snake tongue, saliva and soot.
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| Ooooh give it to the greaser.
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| Goat dung, peacock eye,
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| pissing head in my cauldron.
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| Ooooh give it to the greaser. |