| I’ve got you now, I’ll show you all
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| I’ll kick out the chair, let you dangle slow
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| In the back of the bus all of us
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| Like the coats in cloak rooms
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| And if you rise again, take a form I know
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| The river will boil, then overflow
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| And the houses you’re haunting
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| Will tremble with temporal hoodoo
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| I don’t know about you
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| But I am hellbent, I know what it is that I must do
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| Close your eyes when we kiss
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| ‘Cause I’m prepared to set myself on fire for this
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| You will drop on all fours
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| Get down, show me what you’re good for
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| Sass mouth, pink bellied I perceive
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| And for this your naughty deed
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| I’m throwing you over my bony knee
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| So don’t cry, don’t scream good lord
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| You always knew what you’re in for
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| When my belt unbuckles so believe
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| You grubby little thing
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| I’m throwing you over my bony knee
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| In your tender place when you’re safe at home
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| There’s a tombstone that waits of your very own
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| While you’re rutting like beasts
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| In the sheets of my sterilized room
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| In your comfy bed, air-conditioned car
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| There are vapors and toxins to get you all
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| In the water you drink, in the air that you breath
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| In the soil under your shoe
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| I don’t know about you
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| But I am at peace, I know what it is that I must do
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| I hope you are sitting down, dear
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| Come hell or high water this sick world will know I was here
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| You will drop on all fours
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| Get down, show me what you’re good for
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| Sass mouth, pink bellied I perceive
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| And for this your naughty deed
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| I’m throwing you over my bony knee
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| So don’t cry, don’t scream good lord
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| You always knew what you’re in for
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| When my belt unbuckles so believe
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| You grubby little thing
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| I’m throwing you over my bony knee
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| We know where you sleep |