ONE TWO THREE!
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THANK YOU!
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stumbling from the alleyway walking a vulture,
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or is the vulture walking you?
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mumbling for a driver for your toothless limousine,
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holding that diamond leash like the sabertooth queen.
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gurgling for a chariot to the twilight ball,
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to get back you'll have to crawl.
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smile big now through that kaleidoscope cut,
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blush blush blush to earn that crush.
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yeah we're on the run
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you're married to the vultures.
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bah-bah-bah-nana-uh uh
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i don't want to laugh until you're dead.
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back at home you just want to be alone
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but pick up the phone cause i'm listening to every word you say!
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i'm in your vultures beak as he turns his head to speak, he says
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"now oh teen ruby queen, give us a scream!
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do you know the difference between a memory and fog?
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and do you know the difference between a laugh and a sob?
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cause for all your charms
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and graces you're not hollywood starlet
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you're just a fuck film harlot.
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when you said eternal life what you meant was eternal head
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and now all your suitors wish you were dead.
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cause there's nothing like a breath of fresh air,
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or tentacles in your hair,
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or the dead stare of a sagging skull!
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yeah we're fucking built
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you're married married married to the vultures baby.
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and we ain't gonna last much longer.
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so polish that poison snatch,
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you know it ain't gonna last much longer.
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One Two Three! Bye!
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American Vultures
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| The Blood Brothers |
