the heat was the mother for a month of days
the parking lot was smoking
and the killer was fazed
smoke came out his nose like dragon fire
son, get in line and sing to the choir
the call came in for a stiff in a box
we got two johnnies
to go pick up the fox
sent them for a drive on the two-thirteen
knock on the door and step into the dream
hey you boys, you from the funeral home
pick up the body and play musical bones
pick up the gold watch, pick up the gun
everybody pickin' when they go on the run
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