| Liar, liar with your drawers on fire
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| White spades hangin' on the telephone wire
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| Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
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| You’ll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine
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| Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief
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| Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief
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| If you want a taste of madness, you’ll have to wait in line
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| You’ll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine
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| Boney’s high on China White, Shorty found a punk
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| Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, that’s just Screamin' Jay when he’s drunk
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| Well this stuff will probably kill you, let’s do another line
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| What you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine
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| See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top
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| With the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop
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| Well I bet she’s still a virgin but it’s only twenty-five to nine
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| You can see a million of 'em down on heartattack and vine
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| Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs
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| Than crawling down the boulevard on a pair of broken legs
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| You’ll find that ignorance is bliss every goddamn time
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| You’re waitin' for the RTD on heartattack and vine
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| Boney’s high on China White, Shorty found a punk
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| Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, that’s just Screamin' Jay when he’s drunk
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| Well this stuff will probably kill you, let’s do another line
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| What you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine
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| Liar liar with your pants on fire
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| White spades hangin' on a telephone wire
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| Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
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| You’ll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine
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| Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief
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| Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief
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| If you want a taste of madness, you’ll have to wait in line
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| You’ll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine
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| See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top
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| With the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop
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| Well I bet she’s still a virgin but it’s only twenty-five to nine
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| You can see a million of 'em down on heartattack and vine
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| Boney’s high on China White, Shorty found a punk
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| Don’t you know there ain’t no devil, that’s just Screamin' Jay when he’s drunk
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| Well this stuff will probably kill you, let’s do another line
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| What you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine
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| I see fellows, checkin' out the girls
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| You’re lookin' good |