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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
swallowed your own poison as you crawled up to the altar.
I watched the tabernacle choir bawling in a bath of wine...
You laced it, but it tastes fine to me!
Yes, it's 89 - 's' a good year... hear it now for good old (bittersweet)
'89... hear it now for good old '89.
We took our seats, we watched them up a chicken (kept on
kicking) as they kicked the chair... They fed it strychnine! We kept
on staring, sick and sordid, as you pulled another bullet from my 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 a dozen stories to my stool behind a widow. Sure I'm small,
but big enough (I'm big enough), to send a through your head. A
bullet through the center of your head! I'll send a bullet the center
of your head. Center bullet... a bullet...