| Wrap it in a paper towel
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| Break a twig in half and set it straight
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| Beat me with a wood bat
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| Hit me with a canister that’s fired while the soldiers drive away
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| Bend my finger back (snap)
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| On and on and on for days
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| Hit me with a wood bat
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| Hit me like a Yankee
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| Like a son of freedom, never as a slave
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| It’s etiquette, you idiot
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| Spend time behind the line
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| Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don’t ever shine
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| Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine
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| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool
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| Bless me with a heart attack
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| A real crise cardiaque
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| And show me where to find the surgeon’s knife
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| Eviscerate me now (hack)
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| Take me to my punishment
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| The punishment I’ve needed all my life
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| Bend my finger back (snap)
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| On and on and on with strife
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| Listen to my bum rap
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| Listen to the evidence exonerating me from being right
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| It’s etiquette, you idiot
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| Spend time behind the line
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| Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don’t ever shine
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| Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine
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| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool
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| I know that I’ve been wicked and the road to hell is wide
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| Cursed by curiosity that made us go inside
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| Everyone was charming, but we took 'em for a ride
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| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool
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| Bend my finger back (snap)
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| Wrap it in a paper towel
|
| Break a twig in half and set it straight
|
| Hit me with a wood bat
|
| Hit me with a canister that’s fired while the soldiers drive away
|
| Bend my finger back (snap)
|
| On and on and on for days
|
| Hit me with a wood bat
|
| Hit me like a Yankee
|
| Like a son of freedom, never as a slave
|
| It’s etiquette, you idiot
|
| Spend time behind the line
|
| Show sympathy to L.A. where the sun don’t ever shine
|
| Everybody wants you, but baby, you are mine
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| Baby, you’re not anybody’s fool
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| The harpsichord is broken and the television’s fried
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| The city’s getting hotter like a country in decline
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| Everyone’s a coward when you look them in the eyes
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| But baby, you’re not anybody’s fool
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| Sing next year in Jerusalem
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| You know — the one at W.103RD and Broadway
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| 'Cause this Orthodox girl fell in love with the guy at the falafel shop — and
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| why not?
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| Should she have averted her eyes and just stared at the laminated poster of the
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| Dome of the Rock?
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| And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood
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| And then blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, blood, bloooood
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| Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye
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| I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die
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| Condolences to gentle hearts who couldn’t bear to try
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| I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die
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| Remembrances of holy days in Tarrytown and Rye
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| I don’t wanna live like this, but I don’t wanna die |