I'm going to make you even fear the dream you dream
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So don't even think about it don't make a wish
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You think that I don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish
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Hooked on those poor wonders, 'til they want you alone
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Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the squeals of saxophones
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That's when they'll fear my name
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Stalin Malone
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I'm telling you the day will come when this man gets what he merits
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Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits
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Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town
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'Til horse's heads up in the trees came dripping down
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Yes, horse's heads up hung in the trees after the bird had flown
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Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the barrack-room was blown
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Did anybody call my name?
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Stalin Malone
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In a room called creation, where you all obey my laws
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Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like applause
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You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence
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But I've got people everywhere, you're under
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my surveillance, in the pocket of my pants
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Okay, she left me, but I'll soon get over that
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Falling out of the "Blood Tub" and rolling, on my back
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Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird
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Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder
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To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known
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Between the pity and advice...
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"There's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone"
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Leave for me a message of hope
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Stalin Malone
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Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys
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Just like all of the other dispensaries
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The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust
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Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke
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The wooden clock said she would dance dressed only in flower
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As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird that it spits out on the hour
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I'd drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town, but somehow
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I just can't seem to put it down, put it down, put it down
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I just want to hold her now in that I'm not alone
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but do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone..
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Get my jacket on, get my story straight, I'm leaving on my own
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Stalin Malone(Instrumental)
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Elvis Costello |