.Well, the junkie of Mott Street slips inside
Wrangling a serpent that refuses to die
Now that's a lot of venom, he winks with pride
This ain't hell, it's a picnic
Well, come on down to the freak arcade
Where some are grown and most are made
We crush up all the weird ones.
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