| I swore that I’d make good on the dreams of my forgotten youth
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| Although no one believed me if you want to know the truth
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| I would dive off of the cages just like the Superfly
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| I thought it was my destiny but in time it was a lie
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| Yes I would get the girls and I would beat the rest
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| And I would finally get that big red heart tattooed upon my chest
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| Ten pounds of gold around my waist that says that I’m the best
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| But we all know that it was not to be
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| Now I’m a monster — my body’s been destroyed
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| Yet here I stand — still gainfully employed
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| Ready to maim myself for the masses to enjoy
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| It’s all in a hard day’s work for Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| For Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Leon broke my nose and severed off my ear
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| So when the nurse asked me if it was real I couldn’t even hear
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| The barbs from crowds more painful than those that hang on wires
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| I have this sacred calling nothing else could drive me higher
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| Well the tacks go in and the blood comes out
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| And I’ll never get the girls with my two front teeth knocked out
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| A needle in my spine means I can fight another bout
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| And take a guess when that next bout will be
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| Now I’m a monster — my body’s been destroyed
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| Yet here I stand — still gainfully employed
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| Ready to maim myself for the masses to enjoy
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| It’s all in a hard day’s work for Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| For Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Sold out every night
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| Lon Chaney in tights
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| Now I’m a monster — my body’s been destroyed
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| Yet here I stand — still gainfully employed
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| Ready to maim myself for the masses to enjoy
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| It’s all in a hard day’s work for Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| For Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| For Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| For Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy
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| Mrs. Foley’s baby boy |