If you've got a friend that you want messed up
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Just meet me on the corner by the Tail Of The Pup2
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I'll be there soon if you'll wait a while
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It'll be just one punch for my « patients (patience?) »
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And a drawer full of dirty shirts
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We'll find out just who hurts??'cause
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Chorus:
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Bing can't walk
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Bob broke both his legs
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Bing can't walk
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Bob broke both his legs
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You're the one that I'll remember most of all tonight
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Someone let go of my string, I'm fallin' down like a broken kite
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Who's to say, and who's to know??they don't know what I know
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There's something out there floatin' free
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Anything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's tree
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Chorus repeat
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Like a punch in the face or a kick in the groin
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There's nothin' goin' down??goin' down but the dollar and the coin
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Greasy little fingers point to ugly little lies
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Hide them in a hope chest in an attic in Van Nuys
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Trusted friendships can go sour??betrayal in the midnight hour
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Just remember??I hate to lose
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There's something out there floatin' free
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Anything I had is tangled up in the branches of a hangman's tree??'cause
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Bing can't walk
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Bing can't walk
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Chorus repeat
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A touch of sin could break your back
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Or scramble up your eggs
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But then I've got a personal code
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I just hit 'em on the head, throw 'em in a trunk,
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And then I drive on down the road
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Ha.
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Bing can't walk ('cause bob broke both his legs)
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| Stan Ridgway |
