Dropping dead while I'm
dropping jaws, my audience
just isn't static enough to
hang around my neck.
Do I have a reputation yet?
I can only keep your heart
beating til my throat gives out.
It must be close to
a thousand years now,
and I found trouble first.
Where'd you leave the getaway car?
All this living in sin
is getting to my head.
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