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IT'S A JOB |
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THERE ARE TWO VERSIONS OF THIS SONG AVAILABLE, WHERE DIFFERENCES OCCUR THEY HAVE BEEN PUT INTO |
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SQUARE BRACKETS |
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But hey what could I do |
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I was eating more than I could chew |
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Now those cavities are swelling |
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They're bursting in a bubble of champagne |
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But I've painted the house |
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I have organized the furnitures |
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In alphabetic orders |
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And my carpet's made of cashmere |
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It's so clear |
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But hey what can I say |
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I just hate those BBQs in May |
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'Cause when the summer dress is waiting/waving |
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It makes me all remember who I am |
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So my porch is symmetrical |
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My teeth are white, the lawn is green |
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My kids believe in God |
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And my pool is full of chlorine |
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Clean |
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BOOM! Out of the blue |
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Oh but the past comes sneaking out on you |
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I'm lurking near the alley, |
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'Cause someone caught you digging in the dirt |
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And you can't figure out |
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Where to get some cleaning polish |
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For this job, |
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It's a job |
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But there'll always be a last stain of blood |
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In a rush you're burning down your house |
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You change your name a thousand times |
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But they would recognize your face, and appearance, |
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And appearance that will give you to the cops! |
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Yeah, no one says it's murder |
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But it's easy |
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It's a murder |
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It's a job, it's a job! |
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But there'll always be a last stain of blood |
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So tell me, tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder gets to you? |
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Tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder gets the truth? |
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... ... ... |
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Put him in the trunk of the Chevy |
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If he's heavy to carry |
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You've got the equipment in the bag |
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Yes as a matter of fact |
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I've brought everything you need |
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For a cripple chopping, body-wrapping, |
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Ankle-strapping, body cracking, (my best guess?) |
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Higher learning, oil-burning, |
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Close suspicion inquisition, (my best guess?) |
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Body heat acceleration, |
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Heart attack simulation / assimilation (?), |
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Papers for the preparation |
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Daddy's got a plan! |
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[[Yes, no-one says a murder |
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Is easy! |
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But a murder, it's a job, it's a job |
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It's a fucked up situation ... ]] |
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Dig a little deeper |
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Dig a little deeper |
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Dig a little deeper |
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Deeper, deeper, deeper |
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Aaaaaaaaaaaaah! |
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So tell me, tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder gets to you? |
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Tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder seeks the truth? |
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I have the right to be able |
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/ I feel abused and disabled |
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To be working to be stable |
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/ and my mind is not as stable |
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Do the twist do the tango shoot the Lincoln do the strangle |
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/ Do the twist do the tango on the TV play Fandango |
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Do a job for the mob or acquire for a quest |
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/ And the words that I chose (??) to acquire for a quest |
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Be a man, make the money, get the girl and all the rest |
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/ A man's taking money he's better than the rest |
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I'm a whore I'm a whore |
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And it's what I do best |
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I'm a two-headed hammer |
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On a dead man's chest |
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It's kind of experience that will interest everyone |
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If you're not in it then you're out |
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Then you'll have to pay the price! |
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So tell me, tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder gets to you? |
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Tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder gets the truth? |
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So tell me, tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder gets to you? |
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Tell me now |
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Tell me, tell me, tell me |
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What will you do |
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When the murder gets the truth? |
