| All aboard Cleopatra purrs, aha
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| Pens and swords, the gun’s mightier
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| A mane of gold like a flame from a skull
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| Upon the wings of an angel
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| We’ll leave this hellhole
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| Little boy lost down devil’s alley
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| The mad Alsatian can almost taste me
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| Merrily merrily in terror I flee
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| Into the glow of traffic
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| Like a lava flow you’ll see me
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| Every time I dance
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| Every time I dance with you
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| I’ll stagger out the nightclub
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| Black and blue, battered and bruised
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| I care not
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| But I care not
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| All aboard Cleopatra purrs, aha
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| Pens and swords, the gun’s mightier
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| A mane of gold like a flame from a skull
|
| Upon the wings of an angel
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| We’ll leave this hellhole
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| Mack the Knife, strolling down the street
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| The Surgeons in the slaughterhouse
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| Spice their diced meat
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| Merrily merrily in terror I flee
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| Merrily merrily in terror I flee
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| Every time I dance
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| Every time I dance with you
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| I’ll stagger out the nightclub
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| Black and blue, battered and bruised
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| I care not
|
| But I care not
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| I care not
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| I care not
|
| But I care not
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| Shotgun
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| It’s time for the shoot out |