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