Psychotic Pshowdown

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NoamZane
NoamZane
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Presto! I've got a Siamese shotgun,
Can't separate those barrels.
These eyes are lookin at you
Sight unseen I'll drop you unawares

"Well there oughtta be a law!!"

No gun too small
No job too tall
No plot to unravel
Have no motive, will travel

"Well there oughtta be a law!!"

Name from a phone book
Or number from a hat
You're an arbitrary victim --
Death can be like that.

"Well there oughtta be a law!!"

No town too big
I'll find ya, dig?
No plot to unravel
Have no motive, will travel

"Well there oughtta be a law!!"

NoamZane
NoamZane
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