| Here I am the Moonlight Man with a six-barrel shooter
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| But I’m not that kinda guy, I have a dream
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| Sometimes I get the elevator to the top of the Burj Al Arab
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| And shoot my guns across Dubai
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| Bang, bang, bang, I’m that kinda guy
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| But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter
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| Curl up inside my typewriter and wish that I could die
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| Your legs are so long they should come with their own elevator
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| Don’t worry darling I’ll be coming around to see you later
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| Because between you and me and my best friend the housefly
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| I’m a Steve McQueen with a big, beautiful dream
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| I am God
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| I am God thinking about God thinking about Steve McQueen
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| It’s for me the sirens and the sylphs do their twilight pining
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| On Saturday night I walk on someone else’s stomach lining
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| Up and down the street, call me a cab, call me a cab
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| No I’m a housefly called God and I don’t give a fuck
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| Here I come up the elevator
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| Sixty floors hoping I don’t get stuck
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| And everyone out here does mean
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| And everyone out here does pain
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| But someone’s gotta sing the stars
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| And someone’s gotta sing the rain
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| I’m the atomizer
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| I’m the vaporizer
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| I turn everything to crud
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| I like it here in your flesh and blood
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| I’m the elevator man don’t you see?
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| You’re a spine lashed, long legged lovely young thing
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| Call me a cab, I’ll drive to the top of the Burj Al Arab and fire my guns
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| across your stomach
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| Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
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| And someone’s gotta sing the rain
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| And someone’s gotta sing the blood
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| And someone’s gotta sing the pain
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| Watch out you fuckers
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| I’ve got my six shooter and my housefly on a lead
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| I’m Burj al-McQueen and I’m coming to make every last one of you bleed
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| God is great, chances are
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| God is good, well I wouldn’t go that far
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| I’m Steve McQueen the atrocity man
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| With my strap-on blood porn dream
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| But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter with my housefly and cry
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| I tell my housefly not to cry
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| My housefly tells me not to die
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| Because someone’s gotta sing the stars
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| And someone’s gotta sing the rain
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| And someone’s gotta sing the blood
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| And someone’s gotta sing the pain
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| Someone’s gotta sing the stars
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| Someone’s gotta sing the rain
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| Yeah, that’s me
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| Up &down your dream |