| And wear some gloves tonight
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| She gonna need a grip
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| Scrub a dub and love’s in line
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| Until your heartbeats skip
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| Every time I wasted time on you
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| Is measured by degrees
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| But you can win me back
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| If you copy and paste my legacy
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| Because there’s no such thing as too much fun
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| You will shit your pants when you see what I’ve done
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| You will break into song before you know what to sing
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| When a human stops being a human it can be anything
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| I used to be a window washer
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| Now I’m the emperor of Japan
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| I used to be a civil servant
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| Now I’m prince Albert in a can
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| I used to be hog tied to a life
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| Where I was running in quicksand
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| I used to be the informant
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| Now I’m a hatchet man
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| And now the lines of demarcation are being drawn
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| And because of automation all the jobs are gone, gone
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| Agitate the crime wave and live by the rules of the street
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| It beats hanging out at the food court watching mall people eat
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| Live as though you can doubt
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| Spend some time as something you’re not
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| Liquidate your savings and weaponise
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| When a human stops being human he is humanised
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| I used to be a window washer
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| Now I’m the emperor of Japan
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| I used to be a civil servant
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| Now I’m Prince Albert in a can
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| I used to be hog tied to a life
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| Where I was running in quicksand
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| I used to be the informant
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| Now I’m a hatchet man
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| Hatchet man
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| The clock stops
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| And I know it was a long, long time ago
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| I’m like a fly, I come and come and come and go
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| Sitting at the Farmer Jack underneath the pyramid of Faygo.
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| Ooh — give me just to sing my words into you
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| Ooh — give me just tonight
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| Ooh
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| Ooh |