| You’re a fake, you’re a snake
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| You’re a sleazy operator
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| Always on the take
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| You’re a liar, you’re a cheat
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| You’re good at starin’fires but
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| You can’t take the heat
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| You’re gonna get it now…
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| You’re gonna get what’s comin’to you
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| You won’t forget this time…
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| (The tables turnin’round and now it’s)
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| Heads I win, tails you lose
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| I may not be Sherlock
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| But you ain’t got a clue
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| Heads I win, tails you lose
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| I may not be a doctor
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| But you’re sick as a flu
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| You’re a user, you’re a slime
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| You better look somewhere else
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| For someone else to climb
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| You’re a loser, out of time
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| You’d send your momma up the river
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| To make a lousy dime
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| You’re gonna get it now…
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| You’re gonna get what’s comin’to you
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| You won’t forget it this time…
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| (The tables turnin’round and now it’s)
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| Heads I win, tails you lose
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| I may not be Sherlock
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| But you ain’t got a clue
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| Heads I win, tails you lose
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| I may not be a doctor
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| But you’re sick as a flu
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| Heads I win, tails you lose
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| I may not be a surgeon
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| But I’ll cut you right through
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| Heads I win, tails you lose
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| I may not be a preacher
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| But it’s hell I’ll send you to |