.Welcome to the end of the night
Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes
Stop me if you've heard this one
The ransom's over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut?
Skewered on an open flame
I bought you off the spit, pose for me
Paws and knees trace around the switchblad.
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