| With a little bit of salt
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| Well inside, lies tubs of hair
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| Newspapered floors, and a tiger that stays bedridden
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| Just watch your step, don’t touch it’s tail
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| He’s got a bite, don’t let him bite you
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| Cut the wires, any wire, break the hand that built it
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| Cut the wires, any wire, break the hand that built it
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| When it falls, throw the pieces in the ocean
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| All you need to do is cut it open
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| At the wire (Tangled up)
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| With some pliers (Which one to cut?)
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| Saved from fire (With a lump)
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| But killed the choir (And poured the cup)
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| Before it all comes crash down
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| With a little bit of salt
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| One white glove for one red hand
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| A sticky grip on the strings that pull
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| One white glove for one red hand
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| A sticky grip on the strings that pull
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| Hold the hammer over the towel
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| And strike it down with all your power |