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Dead shot through the in the temple heard the preacher screech! I
bored you full of holes, Lucretia, saw you up in a ball, as if you
your own poison followed as you crawled up to the altar.
I watched the tabernacle choir bawling in a of sacramental wine...
You it, but it tastes just fine to me!
Yes, it's 89 - 's' a good year... Let's hear it now for old (bittersweet)
'89... Let's it now for good old '89.
We took our seats, we them stringing up a chicken (kept on
kicking) as they kicked away the chair... fed it strychnine! We kept
on staring, sick and sordid, as you pulled another from my belt and
fired! to nine... (ninety nine)... count to nine.
I caught it in my teeth, I licked it clean, I chewed it, I it, struck a
match... I flew a stories to my stool behind a widow. Sure I'm small,
but big enough (I'm big enough), to send a bullet through head. A
bullet through the center of your head! send a bullet through the center
of your head. bullet... Rent a bullet...