(Affuso, Bolan, Hill)
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Zoned out afternoon
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Let's catch "who's on top of whom"
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Tell it like it is
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'Cause it isn't anyway
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Much to my surprise
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I caught it right between the thighs
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My sweet little sister
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Was layin' me away
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My jaw dropped dead to the table
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She put my cool in shock
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Crack kills and blood spills baby
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But psychos, dykes and transvestites
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Are on the choppin' block
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Oh no - I saw my baby
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On the creepshow
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Out on - spillin' my guts on the news
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Oh no - I caught my woman
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On the creepshow
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Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't
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Belive that I dug you
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She filled my boots with lead
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Was it something that I said
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A picture paints a thousand ugly words
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Baby's acting tough
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Check out my fisticuffs
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That's just what she deserves
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I can't flip from the station
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Can't unplug what's done
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Her six-foot-deep temptation
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She nicked my shin, and then
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Kicked me in,
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And then she buried me for fun
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Oh no - I saw my baby
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On the creepshow
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Out on - spillin' my guts on the news
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Oh no - I caught my woman
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On the creepshow
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Hit me with a shovel 'cause I can't
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Belive that I dug you
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My jaw dropped dead to the table
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She put my cool in shock
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Crack kills and blood spills baby
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But psychos, dykes and transvestites
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Are on the choppin' block
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Creepshow
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Skid Row |