You were twenty five when you split the scene,
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why did you have to go away ?
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Prospects were good, you had money to burn,
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but you had the curse of the 'J'.
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Now the skulls they're piling up,
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and it's sure bad evidence.
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Just use your head when you're getting wrecked,
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and do it with elegance.
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You're hearing screams,
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you're hearing screams,
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living dreams for the last time.
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A lizard man with an arctic soul,
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and a skin of leather hide.
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Drank himself into the ground,
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rotted from the inside.
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Now Johnny B he was real good,
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sounded like a thunder clap.
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Lived too fast died too young,
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just another in that trap.
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You're dancing to the death,
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you're dancing to the death.
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Taking your last breath,
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dancing to the death.
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Hearing Screams (For The Last Time)
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| G.B.H. |
