| Caress cement ‘til it’s dry
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| Come clean your hands in the backseat before you’re onto the next fiend
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| Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool
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| You’ll be cursed for a lifetime
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| Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool
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| You’ll be cursed for a lifetime
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| Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing
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| Range utensil flaking in the wind
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| Wanna stand in place like a foil deer?
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| Isn’t that the reason you came here?
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| Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool
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| You’ll be cursed for a lifetime
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| Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool
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| You’ll be cursed for a lifetime
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| Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing
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| You know by now
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| With all these drops of blood it is love
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| Moonballing bureaucrats
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| With all this love, it is death
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| Get in the van and take my hand
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| We’re onto the next life
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| Smothered and fond, not redolent
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| Scarred and it’s timesome
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| Don’t ever touch my kid
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| You fool, you fool
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| You fool, you fool
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| You’ll be cursed
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| You’ll be cursed |