| Runnin' pell-mell and harum-scarum
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| Runnin' as hot as they do or dare
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| Stick out your tongue and drink down all the venom
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| Off Cut-Throat Cuthbert and Millicent
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| From the real old Macau
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| To the new False Americas
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| In the liberated territories
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| Unusual suspects shake down
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| Shake down, shake down
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| Various dubious characters
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| Mother’s in the kitchen pickin' bones for breakfast
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| Boilin' them down by the bushel and the score
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| Pull out your thumb and count what’s left on your fist
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| There’s a wolf at the window with a ravenin' maw
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| Did you find how to lie?
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| Did you find out how to cheat?
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| The elite bleat, they’re obsolete
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| So are your prospects
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| Exact, perfect object?
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| Now if you’d only genuflect
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| They’re runnin' wild just like some
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| Childish tantrum
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| Meanwhile we’re workin' every day
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| Payin' off the National Ransom
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| Woe betide all this hocus-pocus
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| They’re runnin' us ragged at their first attempt
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| Around the time the killin' stopped on Wall St.
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| You couldn’t hold me, baby, with anythin' but contempt
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| Letters peal slowly from our speech
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| The Claxton attempts to preach
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| Stretchin' out for stars still out of reach
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| Drownin', flailin', outside
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| Someone’s wailin'
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| They’re runnin' wild just like some
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| Childish tantrum
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| Meanwhile we’re workin' every day
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| Payin' off the National Ransom
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| They’re runnin' wild just like some
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| Childish tantrum
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| Meanwhile we’re workin' every day
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| Payin' off the National Ransom |