Dead shot through the temple
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In the temple heard the preacher screech
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I bored you full of holes Lucretia
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Saw you crease up in a ball
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As if you swallowed your own poison
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Followed as you crawled up to the altar
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I watched the tabernacle choir
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Bawling in a bath of sacramental wine
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You laced it but it tastes just fine to me
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Yes '89's a good year
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Let's hear it now for bittersweet
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Let's hear it now for good old '89
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Let's hear it now for good old '89
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We took our seats
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We watched them stringing up a chicken
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Kept on kicking
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As they kicked away the chair
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They fed it strychnine
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We kept on staring sickened sordid
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As you pulled another bullet
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From my belt and fired
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Count to nine
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Count to nine
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Count to nine
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I caught it in my teeth
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I licked it clean
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I chewed it
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I chewed it struck a match
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I flew a dozen stories to my stool behind a widow
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Sure I'm small but big enough
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But I'm big enough to send a bullet through your head
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A bullet through the center of your head
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I'll send a bullet through the center of your head
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Center bullet
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Rent a bullet
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A bullet through the center of your head
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A bullet through the center of your head
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Center bullet
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Rent a bullet
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The Center Bullet
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The Tear Garden |