| The whorehouse is burning
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| Like the devil’s come to claim it.
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| Get them girls out quickly,
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| Before the devil gets his payment.
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| Don’t let the devil get his payment…
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| Don’t let the devil get his pay
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| They tried all night
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| To put that fire out.
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| Using themselves,
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| Like they never done it before.
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| Like they never done it before…
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| Like they never done before.
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| And by the strike of four
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| The house had been consumed.
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| The burnt bodies they found,
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| Died clutching fake jewels.
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| Died clutching fake jewels…
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| Died clutching fake jewels.
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| The sailors hauled up trailers
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| Beside them smoking ashes.
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| Donated some blankets,
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| And fixed up a box-spring mattress.
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| Fixed up a box-spring mattress…
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| Fixed up a box-spring mattress
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| And like a phoenix rising
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| There was one girl surviving.
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| They put her in the trailer,
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| And kept her business running.
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| They kept her business running…
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| Kept her business running. |