| Now, do it now
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| While he’s gassing himself to a palpable stupor
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| The timing’s ideal and the moment is super
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| To ready and fire and blow the sick bastard away
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| Now, do it now
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| Just a flicker of pressure right here on the trigger
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| And Audrey won’t have to put up with that pig for another day
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| Now, for the girl, now, for the plant
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| Now, yes I will but I can’t
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| Don’t be fooled if I should giggle
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| Like a sappy, happy dope
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| It’s just the gas, it’s got me high
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| But don’t let that fact deceive you
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| Any moment I could die
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| Though I giggle and I chortle
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| Bear in mind, I’m not immortal
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| Why this whole thing strikes me funny
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| I don’t know
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| 'Cause it really is a rotten way to go
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| What we have here is an ethical dilemma
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| 'Less I help him get the mask removed
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| He doesn’t have a prayer
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| True the gun was never fired
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| But the way events transpired
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| I could finish him with simple laissez faire
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| What we have here is a tricky moral problem
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| Do I help remove the mask, or let him go for lack of air?
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| Couldn’t shoot him when I tried, but the fates are on my side
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| I can off the guy by staying in the chair…
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| Don’t be fooled if I should chuckle
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| Like hyenas in a zoo
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| It’s just the gas, it turns me on
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| But don’t let my mirth deceive you
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| Any moment, I’ll be gone
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| All my vital signs are failing
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| 'Cause the oxide I’m inhaling
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| Makes it difficult as hell to catch my breath
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| Are you dumb or hard of hearing
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| Or relieved my end is nearing?
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| Are you satisfied? | 
| I laughed myself to
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| Death |