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[Instrumental Intro]

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You know, a long time ago, being crazy meant something
Nowadays, everybody's crazy

So, someone had to be killed. Somebody told somebody some lies and somebody's gonna kill somebody
So I come out of the bakery pushing the broom, and they got this guy in the butcher shop and they're stabbing him to death
I’m walking the line. I’m not a snitch, I don’t run and tell the cops tales. I stand on my own two feet
So, one of them looks over and says, “Manson, get on the point”
So, I take the broom and I get on the point
And I'm watching, and I'm thinking, “That tramp better not movе for me"

[Instrumental Outro]