I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes
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Half a decent mistress and a bed
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Well I need a pimp hat, shotgun shoes
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Half a decent mistress and a bed
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Don't need no telepathic power
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No, I don't need no razors in my head
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She said you know I'm gonna leave here
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But you know I know I don't know when
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She said you know, you know I know I'm leaving
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But I really just don't know when
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Well I'll leave my message on the ceiling
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Don't give my regards to all them friends
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Well I don't need you or your psychosis
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I can get to crazy by myself
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I don't need your point as though neurosis
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Your pathologic tumble into hell
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You can't disappoint me anymore
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Than you know you already done so well
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Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds
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Rolled into a mattress for your hunchback
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Well I've been cold cocked torn to shreds
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Rolled into a mattress for your irrelevant hunchback
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Well I've been to every pick up junction
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I swear on this day I won't go back
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Well I've never claimed that I was honest
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But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience
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Well I've never said that I was honest
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But you can lie like Hitler with a conscience
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Well you must be dumb beyond belief
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If you believe that you can answer all my little questions
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Well I could swear you stole my answers
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I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen
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Well I can swear you stole my answers
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I saw you dripping blood outside my kitchen
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Well you were more than obviously guilty
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But me, I never had the balls to mention
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Well you couldn't love me righteous if you tried
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Ah, but you can love me evil
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You know you couldn't love me righteous if you tried
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But you can love me evil
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But you'll never make me nervous like she did
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And you'll never take my cradle
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Well in the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch
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While I was sleeping
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In the year of the bitch you tore the tail off a witch
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While I was sleeping
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There was no parent to mind
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Could hardly understand the company you were keeping
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There'll be no snowfall in hell
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But then you know that so well
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You go there often
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There'll be no snowfall in hell
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But then you know that so well
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You go there often, don't ya?
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You tied the devil to a chair
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And you promised to bear all of his children
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Oh my, my
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Shotgun Shoes
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| The Fratellis |
