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Murderman

When the murderman steps in

A wrist slit wide open

A bullet to the brain

A push from a building

Through a window of pain

A handful of pills

Spilt whisky and rye

When the murderman comes in

There’s to turning and running

No fleeing and fawning

No begging and crying

Just death everlasting


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