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Live at Cobo Hall, Detroit, MI - November 19, 1976
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| [FZ] In the dark, where all the fevers grow
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| Heyyy!
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| Under the water, where the shark bubbles blow
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| In the mornin’, by your radio
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| Do the walls close in t’suffocate ya?
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| You ain’t got no friends… an’ all the others: they hate ya
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| Does the life you’ve been leadin’ gotta go, now tell the truth
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| Let me straighten you out about a place I know…
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| (Now get your shoes an’ socks on, people, because it’s literally right around the corner)
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| Out through the night an’ the whispering breezes
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| To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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| Out through the night an’ the whispering breezes
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| To the place where they keep the imaginary diseases
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| Scientists call this stupid disease… bromhidrosis
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| And, well, they should
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| But us regular folks, who might wear a tennis shoe or an occasional python… ▶, know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of… STINK FOOT
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| Yes, that’s very true
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| (Hey, listen, buddy, if you’re gonna sell T-shirts don’t do it in the middle of the concert, take ‘em outside some place. Anybody else who’s walking around in the audience with T-shirts, get the fuck outta here. THAT PISSES ME OFF! I didn’t know such things EXISTED! A guy walking in front off the stage with a fucking T-SHIRT to sell to somebody. Well, you live and learn)
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| Scientists call these T-shirts… bromhidrosis
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| And, well, they should
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| But us regular folks, who might wear a tennis shoe or an occasional python BOOT, know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of… COMMERCIALISM
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| Y’know, my python boot is too tight
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| Couldn’t get it off last night
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| A week went by, an’ now it’s July
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| I finally got it off an’ my girlfriend cry:
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| “You got STINK FOOT!
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| Stink foot, darlin’
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| Your stinking foot puts the hurts on my nose!
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| Stink foot! Stink foot! I ain’t lyin’
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| Can you rinse it off, d’you suppose?”
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| Now, this is the first… this is the first sterling example of real live Detroit style audience participation. Let’s get ready for this. This is gonna be one of The Big Ones. It’s very simple, you know. A lot of people that do rock & roll shows wanna get the audience involved and they ask them to do hard things like keeping time to the music, we’re not gonna do that. All we need is a girl, we need a girl, maybe several girls who will actually kiss this ugly son of a bitch right here, just put their mouth right on the end of this stinking replica blue foot. Do we have, and I know we do, right there in the corner just looking at you, the way you’re dressed. The way your hair is. The way your glasses are tastefully poised on the top of your head. Your lips are destined to come in intimate contact with this foot. What do you say? You say no? Of course you say no. They always say no at first. Are you ready?
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| [Instrumental]
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| Now there’s a girl with good taste. You know what I mean. I’m gonna give you one more chance to redeem yourself. Perhaps… Perhaps you’re just entirely too well groomed to actually… yes, that’s what it is. Ladies and gentleman, Cher!
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| Well, we’ll put the foot away momentarily because we have some important things to show you
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| Many of these things that you’ll see tonight are actually… SICK!
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] In the beginning God made the light, just like that. Shortly thereafter God made three big mistakes. The first mistake was roughly entitled “The poodle”.
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| Check him out. Our guest poodle tonight is Frenchie ▶. Now, when God… Say “hi” to Frenchie if you don’t mind.
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| When God first decided to build the poodle actually it was a mistake because He wanted to build a Schnauzer, He did fuck up. He knows it now, He did fuck up with the poodle. The original poodle had hair evenly distributed all over its small piquant charming canine-type body. Then God made these other two mistakes. Mistake number two was MAN. Mistake number three was WO-MAN. WO-MAN has always been extremely clever even since the olden days. And MAN has always been extremely stupid even since the olden days, and any WO-MAN will tell you that. Of course that’s not the problem with the poodle. The WO-MAN looked at the poodle with lust in her heart. She wanted to… find a way to appreciate, to find a deeper appreciation of the poodle’s snout area. However she did not wish to do this with poodle hair sticking out all over the place, no, no, no, that would have been too common. The poodle of her dreams had to have a disco look and so she devised a plan. She turned to the MAN and she said: “Sucker, go get a job”. And the MAN got off his booty and left the Gar— the Garden Of Eden, went out and got a job pushing a broom for about $2.98 an hour, and then he came back and gave the money to the WO-MAN. Who immediately took the money, left Garden Of Eden herself and went to the nearest hardware store to purchase some scissors, some clippers and a pair of zircon-encrusted tweezers (and that’s right!).
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| She came back and she did a J.O.B. on the D.O.G. She cleaned of his B.A.C.K. his T.H.O.R.A.X. his T.U.M. T.U.M. and here, right this area near Flint, she removed the tiny brown particles that were so unattractive in those days. Then she tweezed… she tweezed thoroughly around this area here to reveal the little red flannel succulent pink moist titillating poodle-type tongue. And then induced the dog itself to squat on his hind legs as I will now demonstrate.
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| Can you all see the dog squatting? Well, just imagine the dog squatting, ‘cause the next part you’re gonna understand really good. The dog is squatting, see, for those of you who can’t see him squatting, and the WO-MAN goes over and (Get the fuck out of the way!) sits up the dog’s snout making it go up inside of her mystery zone, little black poodle lips and all, including the whiskers and all of the little hair on the chin and everything as I will now demonstrate.
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| Somehow or another while she was down there she managed to look deep into the eyes of this aforementioned poodle and she said these words…
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| [FZ] Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Like you might surrender to some dragon in your dreams
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Like a pink donation to the dragon in your dreams
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| I don’t want your sweet devotion
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| I don’t need your cheap emotion
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| Whip me up a little dragon lotion
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| For your dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| Your dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Like some tacky little pamphlet in your daddy’s bottom drawer
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| I don’t believe you never seen his book before
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| I don’t want your reservation
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| Don’t require your perspiration
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| I only got one destination
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| An’ that’s your dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| Your dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| [Instrumental]
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Just like your mama make that fuzzy poodle do
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| Give me
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| Your dirty love
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| Just like your mama make that nasty poodle chew
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| I’ll ignore your cheap aroma
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| Your little-bo-peep diploma
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| I’ll just put you in a coma
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| With some dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| That dirty love
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| THE POODLE BITES! ▶
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| THE POODLE CHEWS IT!
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| [Repeat]
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| [FZ] And the next song we have is about a subject that is very complex. This is a complex subject because it… this subject is higher education. Some of you may have already come in… into intimate contact with… (Oh, wait till later), some of you may have already come in contact with higher education and uh… will probably understand these lyrics very well.
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| ‘Cause the name of this song is “You are all gonna wind up working in a gas station”.
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| This is all mine, to offend you some
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| If it does, it’s because you’re dumb
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| That’s the way it is where I come from
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| If you’ve been there too, let me see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Lemme see your thumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re really dumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re really dumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re really dumb
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| Show me your thumb if you’re DUMB
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| Hey, now better make a decision
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| Make a decision
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| Be a moron and keep your position
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| Now keep your position
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| You oughta know now all your education
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| Let me know how your education
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| Won’t help you no-how, you’re gonna…
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| OPEN THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| OPEN THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| OPEN THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| OPEN THE GAS EVERY NIGHT
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Manny de Camper wants to buy some white
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Manny de Camper wants to buy some white
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Manny de Camper wants to buy some white
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Manny de Camper wants to buy some white
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| Wind up workin’ in a gas station
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| [Instrumental]
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| [FZ] Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair
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| A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away
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| Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works an’ the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| Slime an’ rot an’ rats an’ snot an’ vomit on the floor
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| Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin’ spears by the iron door
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| Knives an’ spikes an’ guns and the likes of every tool of pain
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| An’ a sinister midget with a bucket an’ a mop where the blood goes down the drain
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| An’ it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the room where the giant fire puffer works an’ the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| An Evil Prince eats a steamin’ pig in a chamber right near there
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| He eats the snouts an’ the trotters first
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| The loins an’ the groins is soon dispersed
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| His carvin’ style is well rehearsed
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| He stands and shouts:
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| “All men be cursed”
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| And disagree, well, no-one durst
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| He’s the best of course of all the worst
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| He’s the best of course of all the worst
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| Some wrong been done, he done it first
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| Some wrong been done, he done it first
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| An’ he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin’ an’ weepin’ greenish drops
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| In the night of the iron sausage where the torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture never stops
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| The torture…
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| The torture…
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| The torture never stops
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| [Instrumental]
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| Flies all green an’ buzzin’ in his dungeon of despair
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| Who are all those people that is locked away down there?
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| Are they crazy?
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| Are they sainted?
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| Are they zeros someone painted?
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| It has never been explained since at first it was created
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| But a dungeon, just like a sin
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| Requires naught but lockin’ in
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| Of everything that’s ever been
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| Look at her
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| Look at him
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| That’s what’s the deal we’re dealing in
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| Thank you
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| [Ray White] City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| See… See the tiny auto horns
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| When they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’
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| In the storm
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| Tiny blankets
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| Keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Hey, and tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout the tiny cookies
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| That people eat
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| City of tiny lites
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| Well, maybe you should know
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| It’s over there
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| In the tiny dirt somewhere
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| [FZ] You can see it any time
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| When you get the squints
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| From your downers and your wine
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| You’re so big
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| It’s so tiny
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| Every cloud is silver line-y
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| The great escape for all of you
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| Tiny is as tiny do
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| [Instrumental]
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| [Ray White] City of tiny lites
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| Don’t you wanna go?
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| Hear the tiny auto horns
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| When they tiny blow
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| Tiny lightnin’, yeah
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| Hey, in the storm
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| Tiny blankets
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| Gonna keep you warm
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| Tiny pillows
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| Hey, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny, tiny sheets
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| Talkin’ ‘bout the tiny cookies
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| That people eat
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| The people eat
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| The people eat
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| The people eat
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| That people eat
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| The people eat
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| Tiny cookies
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| That people eat
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