| Now I’ve got my payment
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| For the service that I gave
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| They’ve given me my ticket
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| To this place beyond the grave
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| I suppose it’s kind of funny
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| I suppose it’s kind of sad
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| Thinking back on all the times we had
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| But it’s kind of hot and smoky
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| In this ante-room to Hell
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| And I won’t make up a story
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| 'Cause you know the truth so well
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| It’s much too late to worry
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| That we never had a chance
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| And when Joe the Georgian gets here
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| We will dance, dance dance
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| When Joe the Georgian gets here
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| We will dance
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| We all set off together
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| On this sorry ship of state
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| When the captain took the fever
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| We were hijacked by the mate
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| And he steered us through the shadows
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| Upon an angry tide
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| And cast us one by one over the side
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| But it’s kind of hot and smoky
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| In this ante-room to Hell
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| And I won’t make up a story
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| 'Cause you know the truth so well
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| It’s much too late to worry
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| That we never had a chance
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| And when Joe the Georgian gets here
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| We will dance, dance dance
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| When Joe the Georgian gets here
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| We will dance
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| There’s Kamenev, Zinoviev
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| Bukharin and the rest
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| We’re sharpening our pitchforks
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| And we’re heating up the ends
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| We’ve got a few surprises
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| For the mate when he appears
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| I hope he likes the next few million years
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| And it’s kind of hot and smoky
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| In this anteroom to Hell
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| And I won’t make up a story
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| 'Cause you know the truth so well
|
| It’s much too late to worry
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| That we never had a chance
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| And when Joe the Georgian gets here
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| We will dance, dance dance
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| When Joe the Georgian gets here
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| We will dance |