Key: Ab major
Verse 1
Clem
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G
Schneid. I am a private asshole.
than the law allows. I mean the law
of averages.
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Here's a routine case of industri
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factory blows up killing 23 people.
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B
Well these things happen. I
world going to and fro and
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walking up and down in it.
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Now death smells. I mean
death has a special smell.
Over and above the smell of cyanide,
cordite, blood
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carrying her burnt flesh.
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cuts off the
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breath, smell of the empty body,
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smell of field hospitals and gangrene. I got a whiff
of it when
Mr.
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Green walked into my office.
Now
Ernest
Hemingway could smell
it on others too.
Jeep with
General
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F
Lanham known as
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Bucky to
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Ernie was a real general lover.
It's worse than being a cop lover.
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Well here they are and he's
returning from the front line where
Jones
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E
Bucky says
Ernie you won't
He won't make it.
He stinks of death.
When the jeep reached
regimental command post it was stopped
by the turn of
Colonel
John
Ruggles.
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Bb
Ruggles saluting the major
has just been killed.
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battalion?
Mr.
Hart isn't trying to be a nice
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Bb
guy any longer.
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learns to kill through his newspapers and
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he teaches his editors the tricks as
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they crawl up his ladder.
Now you just move this tenement
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car accidents and riots
like a southern lawman feeling
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his nigger notches.
Mr.
Hart has to be inhuman
because humans are mortal,
and
Mr.
Hart is addicted to immortality.
He's addicted to an immortality
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predicated on the mor tality
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of others, gooks, niggers,
wags, human dogs,
and feeling his own contempt
for these apes
brain frequency,
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G
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a little high blue don't feel so good,
it forever and ever.
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And this cool blue frequency comes
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G#m
from feeling the dear meritorious
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poor wriggle and slobber under his boots,
G
for making people ugly and grind in their faces
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and from knowing can squash
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editor and know it.
BJ
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this old searching tycoon with this
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dark side to his character.
Mr.
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Hart death will not serve a stranger
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E
fears the very word and sets up a house ruled the word
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death may not be pronounced in his presence.
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Hey,
Audre points with his left hand as virus
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remote sea s of pastime rages through cities
of the world like a topping forest fire.
Last take,
Mr.
Ah,
Pook was here.
Here lived a stupid, vulgar son of a bitch who
thought he could hire death as a company cop.
Yes, sir.
Thank
Thank you.
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