Now here's a fella who started shootin' off a guy
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"Hey wow man, nice tie -- it looks sharp daddy-o"
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Here it comes!
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Meanwhile across the dial
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I can't sleep for the sound of a file
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Woaa haha
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? commandos
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rehearsin' alabis
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I'm at my back window watchin' all the passers by
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King shrugs
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Dismissin' thugs
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They walk out across the people he uses as rugs
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She's no good for you man
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Later on he's on TV
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He says I'm just the same as you
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And the rug folk know he's lyin' too
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My teachers say nope
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And the pope shoots dope
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It's all up to my elbows, mama
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And I'm slippin down the goddamn rope
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Hey, Dick! Come quick!
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Every soul is a precious ?nova's wick
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In the fire place
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There's letters and they're burning fast
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And there's never been a shortage of public opinion in the past
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Silver threads wound upon a skein of death.
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Mortals toil away their tallied days like insects beneath a reign of breath.
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Oh shit! And here it comes...
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My teachers say nope
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And the pope shoots dope.
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It's all up to my elbows, mama
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And I'm slippin down the goddamn' rope.
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Oh, and here it comes....
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Now here's a fella who started shootin' off a guy
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"Hey wow man, nice tie -- it looks sharp daddy-o"
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And here it comes....
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"You gotta believe me people, your principal of your high school,
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Chances are he told you some lies. And your history teacher he or
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She told you bullshit. And a lot of books you read, guess what?
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Esepecially if a teacher or a government person gave them to you --
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They're a crock of fuckin' shit."
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Hey Dick
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