| Free from the itch of her sexual desire
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| I believed in the things that happened to me
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| So she mastered the art of treating decay
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| To the babbling madmen with nothing to say
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| So I’m lower-class tooth and she’s iron fisted
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| I’m gunning for her money in the arms of my Cicero
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| Give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na.
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| Walk away
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| Barbers and scullions and charioteers
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| Are the constant delight of these tooth racketeers
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| They live in the wake of a pretty young gigolo
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| Who lives in the arms of this Cicero
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| She’s bully with his eyes and a lover’s secret
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| I smile all the time just like an exile in Mantua
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| So give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na-na
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| Walk away
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| Oooohooooh
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| Lalalalalalaaalaaa
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| I’m king of the cafe cone
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| Chabanas is a sphynx who sells poison and guns
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| Not for holy reasons
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| Oh, I loved you once all gone by value
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| It’s funny how time slip away
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| Oh, I’m lower-class tooth and she’s iron fisted
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| I’m gunning for her money in the arms of my Cicero
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| Give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na.
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| Walk away
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| She’s bully with his eyes and a lover’s secret
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| I smile all the time just like an exile in Mantua
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| So give us your guns and we’ll give you nirvana-na-na-na-na
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| Walk away |