| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
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| Awfully Deep, I can’t get no sleep
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| Things are gettin, Awfully Deep
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| Awfully Deep, Awfully Deep
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| I don’t do mind games, I’m frame by frame
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| I’m eighteen bits, I’m fourty-eight hertz
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| My favourite tie tied to my Dicky Dirts
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| My flirt tac-tics are so damn sublime
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| MY long-john greased with slippery slime
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| My prime cut, move ya butt, twist ya nut
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| From ya don’t know issht then keep ya mouth shut
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| Hut one, hut two, hut three and hut four
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| A terrible phase is spendin' money wi' whores
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| A pastor say we shouldn’t do that shit
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| So we sit down, reflect all the sins we commit
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| How many Hail Marys cut down on the dairy?
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| Away with the fairies, how much do my fare be?
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| Two travelcards, my life’s so hard
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| I don’t know my inch, from my foot to my yard
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| (?) God’s my body guard, beg you pardon me, pa
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| My sanity’s back on the line again
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| Last year, I said I wouldn’t rhyme again
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| But I’m, back for punishment, time again
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| If I should lose my good mind again
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| Tell my management not to waste good money
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| Sendin' me away to the farms of the funny
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| Them places only make me worse
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| They full’a, crooked doctors and kinky nurses
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| That poke you in the arse, and measure your schlong
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| Put that tape measure down, that practice is wrong
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| They thought I didn’t know what was goin' on
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| But I, knew the clue although the drugs was strong
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| Claw-polma, oxidisa-what?
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| Tell me doctor, why I got purple snot
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| I’m feelin' happy when I know I’m sad
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| And now they wanna certify me mad
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| They said, «Mr Smith, please calm down
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| We’re not here to hurt you
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| You’re feeling a little bit paranoid
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| Your brain is over-heating
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| You’re overworked, you’re underpaid
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| And your body’s taken a beating»
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| And I said «You're not seein' things, like how I’m seein' things
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| I’m seein' things that I don’t wanna see
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| I see the devil sit right before me
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| Fire in his eyes as he spoke to me»
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| Blinked, I blinked and I pinched myself
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| I screamed for Jesus but it was no use
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| I had to face my, (awful) painful truth
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| Voodoo in the hills, and I’m runnin' from ghosties
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| Lightin' up the candles as the spooks approach me
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| Voodoo in the hills, and I’m runnin' from ghosties |