| It’s a habit to be hip
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| Like a donkey with a whip
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| Or an epileptic pantomime
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| Blowing bubbles with a torch
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| On your dad’s front porch
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| Peeling off the stitches from your spine
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| And when the love is dead
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| Come and get your butcher knife!
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| Open up my heart and make me happy
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| Come and get your butcher knife!
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| Quarterback got the sack
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| Crack backpackers in a black Cadillac
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| How we sang with the gang
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| It’s the world that makes us cry
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| They say it’s dangerous out here inside these woods
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| But the more you give the more you break
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| This narcissistic loving that they planted in your brain
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| When you were young
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| Oh, come and get your butcher knife!
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| Open up my heart and make me happy
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| Come and get your butcher knife!
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| The devil’s on your bed playing ducks and drakes
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| With all the pictures from your wasted youth
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| He pays a penny for you lies
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| A dime for truth
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| Count the nickels for your pills and booze
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| Oh, come and get your butcher knife!
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| Open up my heart and make me happy
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| Come and get your butcher knife! |