| I read it in a book in school, I read it with «Janet and John»
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| No matter how you know the man, you can’t trust what he’s on
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| Some time later when he’s on his own
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| What once was muscle is now bone
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| I see a skull on a stick
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| I see a skeleton with skin
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| I’m getting by just the best I can
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| While you’re directing traffik
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| You can’t judge a man by his skin, or a book by the cover it’s in
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| But I can’t help feel it’s true, the devil’s got a hand on you
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| In a world of laughter where the madmen thrive
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| You’re sewing up your death shroud from the inside
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| I see a skull on a stick
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| I see a skeleton with skin
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| I’m getting by just the best I can
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| While you’re directing traffik
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| I read it in a book in school, I read it with «Janet and John»
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| No matter how you know the man, you can’t trust what he’s on
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| In a world of laughter where the madmen thrive
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| You’re sewing up your death shroud from the inside
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| I see a skull on a stick
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| I see a skeleton with skin
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| I’m getting by just the best I can
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| While you’re directing traffik
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| I see a skull on a stick
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| I see a skeleton with skin
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| I’m getting by just the best I can
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| While you’re directing traffik
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| (I see a skull on a stick
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| I see a skeleton with skin)
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| I’m getting by just the best I can
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| While you’re directing traffik
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| Man! |