| Well, he files through his manuscripts and monograms
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| Through the vials and slips written in shaky hand
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| Through the piles of the costumes for the actor’s guild
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| There finds one last favor to be filled
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| He’ll disguise his clever customers of good faith and name
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| And hang to dry other turncoats to be made
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| Mend your mind to help keep his family’s pockets full
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| But vilify and you’ll soon be swimming Kill Van Kull
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| And they won’t trust you now
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| As if they ever would
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| The drug tailor’s in town
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| So show yourself around
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| And they won’t cut you in As if they ever would
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| They’ll ride right over you
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| In the Crown Victoria
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| So say goodbye and take the Shortline to the Park 'n Ride
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| Don’t look back just leave it all behind
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| Skinny Don’s diamond eyes refract the world at hand
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| Steal a ride and kiss the magic ring of a crooked man
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| And they won’t trust you now
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| As if they ever would
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| The drug tailor’s in town
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| So show yourself around
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| And they won’t cut you in As if they ever would
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| They’ll run right over you
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| In the Crown Victoria
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| And they won’t trust you now
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| As if they ever would
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| Don’t wait till it all falls down
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| Get out while the gettin’s good
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| And they won’t cut you in As if they ever would
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| They’ll run right over you
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| In the Crown Victoria |