I took my car in to get it fixed
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And i give the keys to some teethless hick
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Who picks his nose and spits
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I want him dead!
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And later on i go to shop for clothes
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And the sales clerk strikes a snotty pose
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"Can i help you with those?"
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I want him dead!
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And every time i see that stuck up topless dancer
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I only want her to grow old and die of cancer
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Cause i wanna set a bonfire in her hair
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See her fry in the electric chair
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Cause thats how much i care
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I want her dead!
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And i ask myself well how can it be right
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To wish these awful deaths on people day and night
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But when i ask why thats the way that it must be
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I only tell myself 'well better them than me'.
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Cause it's not that i'm such an awful guy
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Don't ask me cause i don't know why
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But certain people must die
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I want 'em dead!
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Yeah, I wish they'd take a leap from a windowsill,
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Or overdose on sleeping pills
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Curiosity kills
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I want 'em dead!
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Everyone who's afraid to dance
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And everyone who wears panters' pants
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And the whole nation of France
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I want 'em dead!
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You better take a dive on a live grenade
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Or slit your throat with a razor blade
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I wish you'd all get aids
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I want 'em dead!
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Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
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They got a go
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They got a go
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They got a go
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I want 'em dead!
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And IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
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Don't know why they got a die
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But i want them dead!
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De-de-de-dead
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Dead
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Dead
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Dead
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I want 'em dead
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DEAD!
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I Want 'Em Dead
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