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[ti:The Anthropophagists Club] |
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[la:EN] |
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Well |
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I know a cabaret |
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Down a blackened street |
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Where all the darkest knaves |
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And darkest villains meet |
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They'll drink the darkest booze |
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Smoking the foulest weeds |
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If you've ever had an itch |
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Someone there can meet your needs |
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Well |
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I fell down there |
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I barely got back up again |
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I saw her coal black hair |
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I saw her porcelain skin |
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If I told you she sang nice |
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I'd be a liar true |
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Her band was cold as ice |
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Under the spotlight shining blue |
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What's this odd taste in my drink? |
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Startin' not to care what anybody thinks |
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Say what you will, I'm gettin' outta this place |
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What's this odd taste in my drink? |
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I'm startin' not to care what anybody thinks |
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Say what you will, I'm gettin' outta this place |
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Well |
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She said, "Son, take my hand |
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You've got a trustworthy face" |
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I said, "I dig your band |
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Now let's get outta this place" |
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She lead me to a room |
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With a suspicious smell |
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I soon fell asleep |
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And I woke up in hell |
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What's this odd taste in my drink? |
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Startin' not to care what anybody thinks |
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Say what you will, I'm gettin' outta this place |
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What's this odd taste in my drink? |
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I'm startin' not to care what anybody thinks |
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Say what you will, I'm gettin' outta this place |
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When I woke up again |
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I was tied to the wall |
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My shirt was to my waist |
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Felt like I'd been in a brawl |
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There were all kinds of tubes |
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Flowing steady from my veins |
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Pumping from arms and chest |
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And legs and one was hooked to my brains |
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There were tubes of glass |
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From my shoulders to my ass |
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And they mixed in a bowl of the crap |
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And the cauldron drained |
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Into the cabaret's veins |
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And they ended at the bartender's tap |
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So when he filled a mug |
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A pint, liter, or jug |
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It was me that was in their tank |
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Before I turn bereft |
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Before my consciousness left |
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I thought who had I drank? |
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What's this odd taste in my drink? |
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Startin' not to care what anybody thinks |
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Say what you will, I'm gettin' outta this place |
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What's this odd taste in my drink? |
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I'm startin' not to care what anybody thinks |
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Say what you will, I'm gettin' outta this place |
