Paul Stine sits dead in his cab
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his head is blown away and a flap
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of his bloody flannels missin
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will they find it? I don't think so.
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cause its been sent to the press
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and you know how they are
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into the foliage of the presidio
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our lead suspect has escaped
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Melvin Belli, on the tele
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on the talk show circuit you won't find your man
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peek through the pines see what you find
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I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you
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Inspector Toschi is a wreck
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He would have given up long ago but a fleck
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of dignity and justice won't be put on back burner
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so he's workin over time and chasin down dead ends
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A Karmann Ghia door is booked into evidence
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black felt-tip sharpie legacy
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Melvin Belli, on the tele
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on the talk show circuit you won't find your man
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peek through the pines see what you find
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I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you
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the girls feet pointed toward the west the brand of ammo super x
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they paid with lives they barely got to lead
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and now they're gone
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So as you sit there all alone
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we sit here waiting for your words
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and your light table's burned out
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Melvin Belli, on the tele
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on the star trek circuit you won't find your man
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peek through the pines see what you find
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I think you'll see that what you don't know sure can hurt you
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Wing Walkers
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