| When you wake in pain at 8am
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| To my metal bed you are tied
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| You struggle so I take my index finger
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| And jab it several times into your eye
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| A cotton tip swab dipped in drain cleaner
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| Pokes your eyes again and again
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| I climb on your chest with an iron bar
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| And repeatedly batter your hands
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| Robert Berdella
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| Would torture young fellows
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| Until they were skin and bones
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| And when they were dead
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| The garbage man
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| Would take them away from his home
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| Robert Berdella
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| Would torture young fellas
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| Until they were dead and cold
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| Then throw them out in gerbage bags
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| To get them away from his home
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| My fist has ripped your anal wall
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| So penicillin I prescribe
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| To keep you alive and subject you
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| To much more torture before you die
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| With a home-made ballast plugged in the wall
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| 7000 volts I apply
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| With battery cables clamped on to your scrotum
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| Your testicles I will fry |