I am tall and I am thin
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Of an enviable hight
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And I've been known to be quite handsome
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In a certain angle and in certain light
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Well I entered into O'Malley's
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Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst"
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O'Malley merely smiled at me
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Said "You wouldn't be the first"
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I knocked on the bar and pointed
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To a bottle on the shelf
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And as O'Malley poured me out a drink
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I sniffed and crossed myself
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My hand decided that the time was nigh
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And for a moment it slipped from view
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And when it returned, it fairly burned
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With confidence anew
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Well the thunder from my steely fist
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Made all the glasses jangle
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When I shot him, I was so handsome
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It was the light, it was the angle
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Huh! Hmmmmmm
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"Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed
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I banged my fist upon the bar
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"I bear no grudge against you!"
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And my dick felt long and hard
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"I am the man for which no God waits
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But for which the whole world yearns
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I'm marked by darkness and by blood
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And one thousand powder-burns"
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Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips
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That clean the ocean floor
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When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife
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That's exactly what I saw
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I jammed the barrel under her chin
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And her face looked raw and vicious
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Her head it landed in the sink
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With all the dirty dishes
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Her little daughter Siobhan
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Pulled beers from dusk till down
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And amongst the townfolk she was a bit of a joke
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But she pulled the best beer in town
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I swooped magnificent upon her
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As she sat shivering in her grief
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Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall
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In whale's blood and banana leaf
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Her throat it crumbled in my fist
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And I spun heroically around
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To see Caffrey rising from his seat
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I shot that mother fucker down
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Mmmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah
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"I have no free will", I sang
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As I flew about the murder
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Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed
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You really should have heard her
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I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept
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I panted like a pup
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I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
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And her husband stupidly stood up
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As he screamed, "You are an evil man"
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And I paused a while to wonder
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"If I have no free will then how can I
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Be morally culpable, I wonder"
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I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach
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And gingerly he sat down
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And he whispered weirdly, "No offense"
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And then lay upon the ground
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"None taken", I replied to him
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To which he gave a little cough
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With blazing wings I neatly aimed
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And blew his head completely off
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I've lived in this town for thirty years
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And to no-one I am a stranger
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And I put new bullets in my gun
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Chamber upon chamber
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And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
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I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
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And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
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It was St. Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows
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Hhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmmmmm
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I said, "I want to introduce myself
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And I am glad that all you came"
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And I leapt upon the bar
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And shouted out my name
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Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool
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Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed
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And with an ashtray as big as a fucking really big brick
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I split his skull in half
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His blood spilled across the bar
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Like a steaming scarlet brook
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And I knelt at it's edge on the counter
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Wiped the tears away and looked
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Well, the light in there was blinding
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Full of God and ghosts of truth
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I smiled at Henry Davenport
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Who made an attempt to move
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Well, from the position I was standing
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The strangest thing I ever saw
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The bullet entered through the top of his chest
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And blew his bowels out on the floor
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Well I floated down the counter
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Showing no remorse
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I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter
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Recently divorced
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But remorse i felt and remorse I had
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It clung to every thing
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From the raven's hair upon my head
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To the feathers on my wings
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Remorse sqeezed my hand in it's fradulent claw
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With it's golden hairless chest
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And I glided through the bodies
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And killed the fat man Vincent West
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Who sat quietly in his chair
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| A man become a child |
