| The stolen money was enough for a long time,
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| The tavern has become the abode of our passions.
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| We were wasting time to no avail
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| Stocks of alcohol drowned the guests.
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| I sat with a bottle among the stunned,
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| Swollen, barely recognizable faces -
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| Comrades drunk, alas, unable to
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| That night to share two dissolute girls!
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| Debauchery and chaos began,
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| They brought wine and rum.
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| Klaus fired the first shot
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| Having made a hole in the side of Mute!
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| Everything here, as if off the chain,
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| Forgot that we are a team!
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| The girls climbed under the tables
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| Watching our gang shrink.
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| Suddenly Oblique jumped up from his chair -
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| Bullet-fool is to blame -
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| He aimed the muzzle at Goose,
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| And he shot his own brother!
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| Everything here, as if off the chain,
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| Forgot that we are a team!
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| The girls climbed under the tables
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| Watching our gang shrink.
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| The thug jumped up sharply,
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| Balbes bream received.
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| But Klaus pulled out a knife,
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| Shouted: Don't touch the boobie!
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| He fired a scythe from a barrel,
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| I foolishly finished off some.
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| The thug closed the lid,
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| He drowned Kosogo.
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| Everything here, as if off the chain,
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| Forgot that we are a team!
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| The girls climbed under the tables
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| Watching our gang shrink.
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| Here everyone went crazy because of the women,
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| Ordinary plush women.
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| Killed each other -
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| Sheep love to drink! |