Lost my mind on a bungyjump on LSD
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And in downtown Chicago demons haunted me
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Almost drank myself to death in Malaysia
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And in a Paris cafe one demon dressed like a geisha
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And in Rochester my best friend started to fall
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But a demon doctor gave him pills for it all
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We were praying to God to forget and forgive
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But a candyman spread stardust over Tel-Aviv
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Sixshooter , sixshooter
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Don't spend it all on me
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And the scythemen demons were wearing black capes
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Appearing everytime I tried to escape
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They were eating raw meat from silver plates
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And stomping their feet to the roaring V8
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A demon sixshooter in a six-geared car
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On the 38th floor in a rotating bar
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With all hell's fire and a Vodka Martini
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And a roulette hooker in a stolen Lamborghini
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Don't spend it all on me
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And the demon's fire burned a crooked spoon
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In a plastic, fantastic oxygen cocoon
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On a pharao trip as Egypt kings
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Rotten, embalmed before the fat lady sings
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And a red sun rose over a pay clinic
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And I would eat more often than three times a week
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The healing and soothing myrrh I'll apply
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Fight the demons to hell until I fucking die
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And the demon smiled as the circle spinned
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And in my whisky sour the devil grinned
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I was rolling another hundred dollar bill
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And cleaning my nose for the ultimate thrill
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Sixshooter , sixshooter
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Don't spend it all on me
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Sixshooter
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Tiamat |