| Dragnet for gun-blast man
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| The papers had a father
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| Holding up a picture
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| His son-in-law killed her
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| Yes he killed his wife
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| She was wasting his life
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| His veins are full of evil serum
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| But what’s done is done
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| Now he’s trapped in flat of angles
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| Hiding in flat of angles
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| Right down to its gables
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| And sometimes bell bust under
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| The rings from many callers
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| Coupon and gas-board man
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| Dragnet for gun-blast man
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| Who’s trapped in flat of angles
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| Rented cage is flat of angles
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| Right down to its gables
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| And first he started on the floorboards
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| 120 degrees from window
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| Doors open to specification
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| And keeps out stupid neighbours
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| Very safe is flat of angles
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| Cheap rent too his flat of angles
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| Down to its gables
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| Here he fights to type
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| Story of murder in his life
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| Or soap operas all day
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| In rooms of dirty laundry
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| But I’m in flat of angles
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| Hiding in flat of angles
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| Right down to its gables
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| And the sun dragged him out one day
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| From his laundry
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| He saw mercenary eyes
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| The streets are full of mercenary eyes
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| Well stretched in flat of angles
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| Not long left in flat of angles
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| Down to the gables
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| There’s a big reward for gun-blast man
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| A big reward for gun-blast man
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| A big reward for gun-blast man
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| Let us go up and (.) write stories
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| Dragnet
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| Phone in for the Dragnet man |