| We walk the streets at night
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| We go where eagles dare
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| They pick up every movement
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| They pick up every loser
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| With jaded eyes and features
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| You think they really care
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby, babe
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| An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
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| Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby, babe
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| Let’s test your threshold of pain
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| Let’s see how long you last
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| That’s happened in your rape
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| On bosoms of your past
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| With jaded eyes and features
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| You think they really care
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| Let’s go where eagles dare
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| We’ll go where eagles dare
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby
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| I ain’t no goddamn son of a bitch
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| You better think about it baby, hey |