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If not this room, the boss's boon
The lute plays on repeat
Cries of death and feigned regret
Good news is that which bleat
And I hear he can't be trusted
I hear he's half a man
Exaggerates and masturbates alone with his left hand

And there are bloodstains on your money
An injustice won't you say
All your John McCains and Saddam Husseins
Go to shop for his and hers
Won't you wake me when it's over
I have promises to keep
More cheap thrills and five more bills for mama's rent next week
And you lie there with your plan until you've
Gone to him and say you know
That your body's nice but I think I like you much better
When your mouth is closed

I regret such things were said
It's a shame we won't be friends
But when you meet that handsome dentist dear
And he comes here for revenge
Oh won't you tell him do it quicky
For when I get to hell
I'm aware of people there I have vengeance for myself

And there are bloodstains on your money
An injustice won't you say
All your John McCains and Saddam Husseins
Go to shop for his and hers
Won't you wake me when it's over
I have promises to keep
More cheap thrills and five more bills for mama's rent next week
And you lie there with your plan until you've
Gone to him and say you know
Your body's nice but I think I like you much better
When your mouth is closed

Won't you wake me when it's over
I have promises to keep
More cheap thrills and five more bills for mama's rent next week
And you lie there with your plan until you've
Gone to him and say you know
Your body's nice but I think I like you much better
When your mouth is closed

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