<i>[Originally by The Misfits]</i>
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We walk the streets at night
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We go where eagles dare
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They pick up every movement
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They pick up every loser
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With jaded eyes and features
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You think they really care
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[x2]</i> I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
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You better think about it baby <i>[x2]</i>, baby
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An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
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Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands
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[x2]</i> I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
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You better think about it baby <i>[x2]</i>, baby
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Let's test your threshold of pain and let's see how long you last
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That's happened in your rape and on bosoms of your past
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With jaded eyes and features
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You think they really care
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Let's go where eagles dare, we'll go where eagles dare
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[x4]</i> I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
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You better think about it baby <i>[x4]</i>, baby
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Where Eagles Dare
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| No Fun At All |
