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"Well people, I got a story to tell!!!!"
This town is broken, bloodied! All the girls in market square, wave and bat their eyelashes, turn a holy man off a prayer!
Rudy coming quick on the back seat, trade a 'monkey' for a tickle n' slap!
In a pancake room down on the South East, where you shoot the breeze and then relax.
He cut a line out on the coffee table, in precision with a mastercard, now his shakin' hands are feeling able as he's dancing in between the bars!
He was a singer in the union choir, charmed the nightingales from the trees, from the frying pan into the fire, in a whorehouse down on the South East.
Israel in the doorway, working weekends so his kids can eat. Hands together for a better day, in a whorehouse down on the South East!
Rudy wouldn't pay the tab, Israel had to break his knees. Rudy pulls a gun from a bag, in a whorehouse down on the South East!
Israel took a slug to the heart, all the girls began to scream. Sirens singing from afar, to a whorehouse down on the South East!
Little blue men search a lobby, trace a chalk line out on the floor. Wave a badge, drink a coffee, Israel dying on the floor!
Don't you come round here with your pork and your beans, when you know that I ate more lead than any man ever seen!
In a whorehouse down on the South East....
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