The seance has just been told,
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The slaughter has just been sold,
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To some people who won't get old,
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Cause their skin is getting cold.
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The room that's in the back,
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That's where I lost it all.
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In the room that's in the back,
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Let's go have a ball.
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Cause I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
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I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
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I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
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I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
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Head burning up, chain-smoking,
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Everybody here is choking.
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Shrunken heads are joking,
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And new-born skull is broke.
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And the room that's in the back,
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Is where I lost it all.
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In the room that's in the back,
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Let's go have a ball.
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Cause I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
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I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
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I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
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I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
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Cause I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
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I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
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I'm slipping into the charlie manson blues.
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I'm a stupid dressed jesus son.
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Whoa, goddammit!
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Shit!
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Charlie Manson Blues
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| The Flaming Lips |
