| well, she threw downtown on a gambling green
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| and fenced a chicken dog in a movie
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| a long haired baby got a record machine
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| like a hacksaw falling on me go, go, go, go dying to go she’s moving in like a demon
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| dead girl, dead girl
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| well, she blew uptown on a cemetery sound
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| and wore her leather pants for week, yeah
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| a canteen butcher got tiger teeth
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| and a handmade circus freak, yeah
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| go, go, go, go dying to go she moving in like a demon
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| dead girl, dead girl superstar
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| well, she hit the ground like a bounty killer clown
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| with a fistful of dollars to eat, yeah
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| i see her there with blood in her hair
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| and a flesh killing brat to beat, yeah |