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Dead shot through the in the temple heard the preacher screech! I
bored you 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 watched the tabernacle choir bawling in a bath of 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 hear it now for old '89.
We took our seats, we them stringing up a chicken (kept on
kicking) as kicked away the chair... They fed it strychnine! We kept
on staring, and sordid, as you pulled another bullet from my belt and
fired! to nine... (ninety nine)... count 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 a bullet through your head. A
through the center of your head! I'll send a bullet through the center
of your head. bullet... Rent a bullet...