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All American, evil game of extortion |
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A sick old man, and who would guess, he was once S.S |
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A deadly fascination of a madman's solution |
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Six million dead, poison tales pollute his head |
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Tell me a story will ya, will ya |
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A real good story, I won't leave till ya |
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Spill your guts old man |
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Leave out any secrets, hiding in the |
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Any skeletons, and all your other sins |
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Any skeletons, in the closet |
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Any skeletons, any misfortunes |
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Any skeletons, hiding in the closet |
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Any skeletons, any skeletons in the closet |
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It's insanity, Puppetmaster boy or Nazi |
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Apt pupil, he hears the screams, nightmares turn into wet dreams |
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Hatred lives, boiling inside, dealing death it's bumicide |
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In too deep, their secret stands but it won't keep |
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Tell me a story, will ya, will ya |
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A real good story, I won't leave till ya |
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Spill your guts old man |
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Leave out any secrets, hiding in the |
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Any skeletons, and all your other sins |
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Any skeletons, in the closet |
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Any skeletons, any misfortunes |
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Any skeletons, hiding in the closet |
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Any skeletons, any skeletons in the closet |
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The truth comes out, conspiracy, there is no doubt |
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His life is ruined, but no not yet, he's still got one card in the deck |
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A loaded gun, a happy smile, he'll scope the freeway for a while |
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King of the world, four hundred rounds |
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It took five hours to bring him down, down |
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Tell me a story will ya, will ya |
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A real good story, I won't leave till ya |
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Spill your guts old man |
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Leave out any secrets, hiding in the |
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Any skeletons, and all your other sins |
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Any skeletons, in the closet |
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Any skeletons, any misfortunes |
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Any skeletons, hiding in the closet |
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Any skeletons, any skeletons |
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Look out, any skeletons |
