| Liar liar with your pants on fire, white spades hangin' on the telephone
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| Wire, gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line, you’ll never recognize
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| Yourself on heartattack and vine
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| Doctor lawyer beggar man thief, philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief
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| If you want a taste of madness, you’ll have to wait in line, you’ll probably
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| See someone you know on heartattack and vine
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| Boney’s high on china white, shorty found a punk, don’t you know there ain’t
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| No devil, there’s just god when he’s drunk, well this stuff will probably kill
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| You, let’s do another line, what you say you meet me down on heartattack and
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| Vine
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| See that little jersey girl in the see-through top, with the peddle pushers
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| Sucking on a soda pop, well i bet she’s still a virgin but it’s only twenty-
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| Five 'til nine, you can see a million of 'em on heartattack and vine
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| Better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs, than crawling down cahuenga
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| On a broken pair of legs, you’ll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn
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| Time, your’re waitin' for the rtd on heartattack and vine |