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Caress cement ‘til it’s dry Come clean your hands In the backseat before you’re onto the next fiend Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool You’ll be cursed for a lifetime Don’t ever touch my blade, you fool You’ll be cursed for a lifetime Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing Range utensil flaking in the wind Wanna stand in place like a foil deer? Isn’t that the reason you came here? Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool You’ll be cursed for a lifetime Don’t ever touch my ring, you fool You’ll be cursed for a lifetime Don’t ever touch my kid, you sick thing You know by now With all these drops of blood it is love Moonballing bureaucrats With all this love, it is death Get in the van and take my hand We’re onto the next life Smothered and fond, not redolent Scarred and it’s timesome Don’t ever touch my kid You fool, you fool You fool, you fool You fool, you fool You’ll be cursed You’ll be cursed