| But hey what could I do
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| I was eating more than I could chew
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| Now those cavities are swelling
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| They’re bursting in a bubble of champagne
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| But I’ve painted the house
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| I have organized the furnitures
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| In alphabetic orders
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| And my carpet’s made of cashmere
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| It’s so clear
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| But hey what can I say
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| I just hate those BBQs in May
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| 'Cause when the summer dress is waiting/waving
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| It makes me all remember who I am
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| So my porch is symmetrical
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| My teeth are white, the lawn is green
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| My kids believe in God
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| And my pool is full of chlorine
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| Clean
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| BOOM! |
| Out of the blue
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| Oh but the past comes sneaking out on you
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| I’m lurking near the alley
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| 'Cause someone caught you digging in the dirt
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| And you can’t figure out
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| Where to get some cleaning polish
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| For this job
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| It’s a job
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| But there’ll always be a last stain of blood
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| In a rush you’re burning down your house
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| You change your name a thousand times
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| But they would recognize your face, and appearance
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| And appearance that will give you to the cops!
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| Yeah, no one says it’s murder
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| But it’s easy
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| It’s a murder
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| It’s a job, it’s a job!
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| But there’ll always be a last stain of blood
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| So tell me, tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| What will you do
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| When the murder gets to you?
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| Tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| What will you do
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| When the murder gets the truth?
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| Put him in the trunk of the Chevy
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| If he’s heavy to carry
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| You’ve got the equipment in the bag
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| Yes as a matter of fact
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| I’ve brought everything you need
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| For a cripple chopping, body-wrapping
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| Ankle-strapping, body cracking, (my best guess?)
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| Higher learning, oil-burning
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| Close suspicion inquisition, (my best guess?)
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| Body heat acceleration
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| Heart attack simulation / assimilation (?)
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| Papers for the preparation
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| Daddy’s got a plan!
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| [[Yes, no-one says a murder
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| Is easy!
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| But a murder, it’s a job, it’s a job
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| It’s a fucked up situation … ]]
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| Dig a little deeper
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| Dig a little deeper
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| Dig a little deeper
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| Deeper, deeper, deeper
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| Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!
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| So tell me, tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| What will you do
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| When the murder gets to you?
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| Tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| What will you do
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| When the murder seeks the truth?
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| I have the right to be able / I feel abused and disabled
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| To be working to be stable / and my mind is not as stable
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| Do the twist do the tango shoot the Lincoln do the strangle / Do the twist do
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| the tango on the TV play Fandango
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| Do a job for the mob or acquire for a quest / And the words that I chose (??
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| ) to acquire for a quest
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| Be a man, make the money, get the girl and all the rest / A man’s taking money
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| he’s better than the rest
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| I’m a whore I’m a whore
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| And it’s what I do best
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| I’m a two-headed hammer
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| On a dead man’s chest
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| It’s kind of experience that will interest everyone
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| If you’re not in it then you’re out
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| Then you’ll have to pay the price!
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| So tell me, tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| What will you do
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| When the murder gets to you?
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| Tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| What will you do
|
| When the murder gets the truth?
|
| So tell me, tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
|
| What will you do
|
| When the murder gets to you?
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| Tell me now
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| What will you do
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| When the murder gets the truth? |