| It happened at the pleasureland arcade
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| Where fantasies and criminals are made
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| I shuffled in the pay my browsing fee
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| And loaded in booth number three
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| But through the hole what should I find
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| But a detective of the undercover kind
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| When you’re caught redhanded
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| You’re branded a liar
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| They look down on you
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| And send you to
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| The lake of fire
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| So I decided I’d leave town
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| Quietly, when no one was around
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| There came a voice from at my knee
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| My brother to say goodbye to me
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| I gave him a kiss
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| What do you think happened next?
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| The kiss was taken out of it’s context
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| When you’re caught redhanded
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| You’re branded a liar
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| They throw rocks at you
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| And send you to
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| The lake of fire
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| Picking garbage up off the street
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| With a dustpan and shackled feet
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| Oh — society you’ve got me wrong
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| It’s why I wrote this dreadful song
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| You pushed a good man to the edge
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| Why don’t you take a minute
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| Stop and think
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| Light a cigar
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| Pour a drink
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| While you’re busy I’ll be on my way
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| When you’re caught redhanded
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| You’re branded a liar
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| They’ll throw the book at you
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| And take you to
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| The lake of fire
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| (Instrumental) |