| Arms covered in blood, the war has begun
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| Hide the straight razor 'cos baby’s insane
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| New telephone number, new lock on the door
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| Hide all the knives 'cos baby’s insane
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| Baby’s insane, baby’s insane
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| Baby’s on a trip to the moon again
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| Baby’s insane, baby’s insane
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| Hide all the knives cos baby’s insane
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| The roaches are flying while she sleeps at night
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| Scream over her bed «help us find some light»
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| It stinks of Velveeta, one is under her tongue
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| Dreaming of you with a hand on her gun
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| She runs down your birthday till the cats on the lawn
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| All bare their claws at the sound of your name
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| Don’t knock on her window, don’t knock on her door
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| She’s rigged up your welcome one inch off the floor
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| Baby’s insane, baby’s insane
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| Baby’s on a trip to the moon again
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| Baby’s insane, baby’s insane
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| Hide all the knives 'cos baby’s insane
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| She’s picked your white roses from the funeral page
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| There’s a whole lot of cities where a good man can age
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| I know that she loves you but it’s time to move on Don’t miss the bus 'cos baby’s insane
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| Baby’s insane, baby’s insane
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| Baby’s on a trip to the moon again
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| Baby’s insane, baby’s insane
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| Don’t miss the bus cos baby’s insane |