| They found a smoking gun
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| A dead man walking the room
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| Now who’s the guilty one
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| Innocent where’s the proof
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| Somebody’s gonna fry
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| Will be deported right straight to hell
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| You turn that pistol
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| Pointing finger on yourself
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| You know that blood wants blood
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| No one will ever hear you cry
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| You know that blood wants blood
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| And in the end we all will die
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| Doesn’t matter how you try
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| What goes around will come around
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| You know that blood wants blood
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| Wherever you go
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| That crazy freak inside
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| Chained and screaming out loud
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| Was almost paralyzed
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| And s’n’m’d to the round
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| Somebody’s gonna fry
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| Will be deported right straight to hell
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| So turn that pistol
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| Pointing finger on yourself
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| You know that blood wants blood
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| No one will ever hear you cry
|
| You know that blood wants blood
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| And in the end we all will die
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| Doesn’t matter how you try
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| What goes around will come around
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| You know that blood wants blood
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| 'Cause you know that blood wants blood
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| No one will ever hear you cry
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| You know that blood wants blood
|
| And in the end we all will die
|
| Doesn’t matter how you try
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| What goes around will come around
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| You know that blood wants blood
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| Wherever you go
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| You know that blood wants blood
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| Wherever you may go |