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Needles stabbed into the walls
The executioners curtain call
Fighting back he found his life drowning
And there was no way up
Death room with black curtains
Where his clothes once laid
The roof kicked out and the rope tied to the rafters
A quick kick of the chair
And it's all through
His life suddenly flashed right before his eyes
What a swinging guy
Turning gray with mold
This is when he died
Give it up
Throw it all away
The executioners curtain call
Fighting back he found his life drowning
And there was no way up
Where his clothes once laid
The roof kicked out and the rope tied to the rafters
A quick kick of the chair
And it's all through
His life suddenly flashed right before his eyes
What a swinging guy
Turning gray with mold
This is when he died
Throw it all away
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