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You must do what the thing says
Here I come, ready or not
I'm a steel driver, railroad spike right in your ear
I'm a hot rodder with a greasy ballpeen hammer, dear
Take that thing, yeah
Yeah, ahh
Woo-hoo!
Yeah
As the eggheads rot in the sulphur pits of hell
Yeah, you'll hear me laughin', ringin' death's doorbell
Ding-dong, let me in
Yeah, again
Your eyeballs extracted exact to lean just so
Just like now
Fit to be tied across your beak in a pretty bow
Oh, look back, it's just beautiful
Yeah, they found her body, beautiful
But never found her head
Just some sweet goo and a nylon tricot thread
That's what they found, no
Oh, man
Oh, man
Just one good tire on my Monte Carlo Alamo
Remember that?
Just one good blow to the fissure of Rolando
That's all it takes
Woo!
Aw!
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