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Elvis Hitler Supersadomasochisticexpialidocious

Black night, Black river I've got to have her I've got to get her Black river running red Be my bloody bride I'm going to love you until you

I was talking to my neighbor's dog His wisdom set me free "Go out and have some fun," he said "Go on a killing spree." I never was a good boy Don

I'm a singer I sing songs Piled into our big black van And the we drove it all across this land Playing music that was big and loud The open

It was late last night When my baby got home It was late last night When my baby got home She was playing free jazz On a shiny new saxophone

If you're going to go Then you might as well die If there's a god you can ask him why Do you know how fast we're going? Oh man, I'm in another