| Mister Fische pays what he owes
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| Peddles hope on southern roads
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| When he comes to town, you’ll surely know
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| Our street is painted in grey
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| A trail in fear in his wake
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| Get what you paid for
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| That’s what you paid for
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| Your dreams of fortune and fame
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| Another dime in his plate
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| Watch what you wish for
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| That’s what you wished for
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| Mister Fische is rolling through
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| The sweetest man to bury you
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| He’s got what you need if you want him to
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| Unaware of what he’s sold
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| His velvet glove
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| His heart of gold
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| Another night, another soul
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| Our street is painted in grey
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| A trail in fear in his wake
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| Get what you paid for
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| That’s what you paid for
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| Your dreams of fortune and fame
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| Another dime in his plate
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| Watch what you wish for
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| That’s what you wished for
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| Come and see Oskar Fische
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| Now everyone knows his name
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| He didn’t want it this way
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| That’s what he paid for
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| Got what he paid for
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| Your dreams of fortune and fame
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| Another dime in his plate
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| Watch what you wish for
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| That’s what you wished for |