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Listen man, never mind who is
got your wife
Yea, your half, your partner in life
You'll find her abandoned at the mall
Her credit cards are in the
We don't want that
We the money, and we want it in cash
Cause are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct tape
They're wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little
So don't do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or
up her head

Listen man, we've got son
Yea, one and only heir
The scion of your the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field
You'll get bis short pants by mail
We need sonne to finance our political aims
Put it in work-out bag and leave it at the gym
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with tape
They're wrapped around his little skull just to the constant snivelling
And it we hear from you by tomorrow, we'II
Blow up his

We've got your daughter, that's
little girl, the light of your life
And all we want is every penny you've
out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase
How do you we've got her?
We'II send you her pinkie
You can shove it up your ass and it stinky
Cause are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks
And only you the power to make this stop
And if we don't get everything we want, we'II
up her head

it man
We're after you
We have no beliefs
We don't want fucking money
just one thing that motivates us
We your fucking guts
There are ten sticks of waiting for you
They'll your eyes
muffle your ears
They'll shut your mouth

Blow up head