| Do you take what’s in the box, or what’s behind door 213
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| Chocolate man’s gone crazy, he’s in the oxford up the street
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| Gonna take the Green river boat ride
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| With a Sea-Tac walking ho
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| With a cast of killers, Black and Decker drillers
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| Fucked up mental load
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| Hides the hooded zodiac, hey baby what’s your sign
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| Got San Francisco shaking like the San Andreas line
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| Chuckie’s selling time share at the San Quentin country club
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| Gien the mean lone furniture fiend
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| Selling tickets to his house of blood
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| The sweat beads up as the devil in you
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| Winds your ticking time bomb
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| And lights your vicious fuse
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| Gone, gone daddy you’re really gone
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| On your bed of tales you somber on
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| Gone, gone daddy
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| You just a Body thief
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| Gone, gone daddy you’re really gone
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| Does it get you high, does it turn you on
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| Gone, gone daddy
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| You just a Body thief
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| Teddy scared my mother and the collegiate debutant
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| Clicked the switch and watched him twitch, he fried the bastard raw
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| Jeff got one foot in the closet, one hand in the cookie jar
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| That ain’t Palmolive you’re soaking in
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| It’s the flesh remover sauce |