well, she threw downtown on a gambling green
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and fenced a chicken dog in a movie
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a long haired baby got a record machine
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like a hacksaw falling on me
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go, go, go, go
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dying to go
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she's moving in like a demon
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dead girl, dead girl
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well, she blew uptown on a cemetery sound
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and wore her leather pants for week, yeah
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a canteen butcher got tiger teeth
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and a handmade circus freak, yeah
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go, go, go, go
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dying to go
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she moving in like a demon
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dead girl, dead girl superstar
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well, she hit the ground like a bounty killer clown
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with a fistful of dollars to eat, yeah
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i see her there with blood in her hair
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and a flesh killing brat to beat, yeah
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Dead Girl Superstar
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| Rob Zombie |
