| See the shark with teeth like razors
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| You can read his open face
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| And Macheath, he’s got a knife, and
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| In such an obvious place
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| On a beautiful blue Sunday,
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| See a corpse stretched in the Strand
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| See a man dodge 'round the corner…
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| Mackie’s friends will understand.
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| Mr. Meier reported missing
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| Like so many wealthy men:
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| Mack the knife acquired his cashbox
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| God alone knows how or when
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| Jenny Towler, she turned up lately
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| With a knife stuck through her breast
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| While Macheath, he walks the embankment,
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| Nonchalantly unimpressed
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| And the ghastly fire in Soho,
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| Seven children at a go--
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| In the crowd stands Mac the knife, but
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| He isn’t asked, he doesn’t know
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| And the child bride in her nightgown,
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| Whose assailants still at large
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| Violated in her slumbers
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| Mackie how much did you charge?
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| Yes, the child bride in her nightgown
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| Whose assailants still at large
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| Violated in her slumbers
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| Mackie how much did you charge?
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| Mackie how much did you charge?
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| How much did you charge?
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| How much did you charge?
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| How much did you charge?
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| How much did you charge? |