| Ahhh oh, my God
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| Oh, my God
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| They shot him in the motherfucking head
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| I am tall and I am thin
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| Of an enviable height
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| And I’ve been known to be quite handsome
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| From a certain angle and a certain light
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| Well I entered into O’Malley’s
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| Said, «O'Malley, I have a thirst»
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| O’Malley, he looked right through me
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| Said, «Some other fellow first»
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| I knocked on the bar and pointed
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| To a bottle on the shelf
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| Well, O’Malley walked past and scratched his ass
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| And I twitched and crossed myself
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| My hand decided that it had enough
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| And for a moment it slipped from view
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| When it returned, my hand had learned
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| A brand new trick or two
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| Well the thunder from my big black gun
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| Made all the glasses jangle
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| When I shot him, I was so handsome
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| It was the light, man, it was the angle
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| «Neighbours!» |
| I cried, «Friends!» |
| I screamed
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| I banged my fist upon the bar
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| I just shot old O’Malley
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| And my dick felt long and hard
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| I am the man who waits for no-one
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| My aim is straight and true
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| And I’m marked by darkness and by blood
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| So don’t nobody move!
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| Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
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| That clean the ocean floor
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| When I looked at poor O’Malley’s wife
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| That’s exactly what I saw
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| I jammed the barrel under her chin
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| And her eyes bulged just like those nasty little fish
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| Her head, it landed in the sink
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| With all the dirty dishes
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| And her dirty little daughter Siobhan
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| Who we all had a little fun with
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| It seemed a bit unfair that she had to be there
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| So I thought I’d get her over and done with
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| I lept upon her, punching
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| She stared on in disbelief
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| Looking like the Madonna on the church-house wall
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| Painted in whale’s blood and banana leaf
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| Left hook, right hook, left hook, right
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| She spun round and round
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| I brought a mighty punch up from the floor
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| And I lifted her off the ground
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| Her head caved in like a melon
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| And my fists were gloved in gore
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| And I shot Counselor Caffrey in the back of the head
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| As he made a run for the door
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| Oh, my God
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| Oh, my God
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| He just shot him in the motherfucking head |