| Yohoho and a bottle of rum
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| Well I’m in the gutter and I’ve got the gun
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| I’ve got 16 men on a dead man’s chest
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| I need a little lead for a little rest
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| So go slow
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| On the torture-show
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| Go slow
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| I said yohoho here’s the fun
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| You get to go and I get to come
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| I’ve got six bold strokes and no new jokes
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| The lost & found is your only hope
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| And I said one’s for shit and one’s for shame
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| Now your hurt can fan my flame
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| Pull me in drag me down
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| You can be the Kapt’n as we’re tumbling always down
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| Go slow
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| On the torture-show
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| Go slow
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| Always down
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| Fear not what you can’t see
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| The pulse the pain the ecstasy
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| A hollow space an empty grave
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| The best laid plans are meant to fade
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| Here’s the lard in a leather glove
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| Answered dreams straight from above
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| And I said one’s for shit and one’s for shame
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| Now your hurt will fan my flame
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| Pull me in drag me down
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| You can be the Kapt’n as we’re tumbling always down
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| Go slow
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| On the torture-show
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| Go slow
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| Always down
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| Go slow
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| Go slow
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| Always down
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| Go slow
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| On the torture-show
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| Go slow
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| Always down
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| Oh yohoho and a bottle of rum
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| I said 16 men on a dead man’s chest
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| I need a little lead for a little rest
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| So go slow
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| On the torture-show
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| Go slow
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| You can be the Kapt’n as we’re tumbling
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| Go slow
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| On the torture-show
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| Go slow
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| You can be the Kapt’n as we’re tumbling always down |