[Words: Brian, Riffs: Marco & Brian]
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I wake up in the morning with a splitting headache,
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the hangovers taken effect,
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My head pounds hard, there's no aspirin to take
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so I guess I'll just have to dissect
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First I'll take the serated steak knife
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and slowly cut away at my skin down to the muscle,
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as I grind and I grit piercing my nerves, it slides in,
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Now's the time to cut through my muscles so I grab the circular saw
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skin and blood spurts into my eyeballs as I feel the blade hit my jaw
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Hack at my neck with a maul axe
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Bludgeon my trachea, I can't breathe,
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Gurgling blood,
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I'm choking in syntax my eyes pop out and bleed
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Now comes the time to sever my jugular,
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Boy, is this ever fun,
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take a sharp razor and slice it in half my blood shoots out like a gun
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Start up the chainsaw to finish the task grind it into my bones,
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Completing the task, it's over and done,
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My head flops to the floor like a stone
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Radical Neck Dissection,
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cut off your head it's really fun,
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its the best hangover prevention, and a lot more exciting than a gun.
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Radical Dissection
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