[Mr. Howell:] The dinner was fine, until she opened her mouth.
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Oh, Candy!(Yeah!) Oh, Candy!(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!?)
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Behind her teeth fifteen rats started screaming and sobbing
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Candy Girl!(Yeah!) Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
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We're kissing in the car
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those rodent's smoked cigars
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in her throat(Yeah!) blowing smoke.(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
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Look at me! (Yeah!) Oh, Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
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[Candy:] "These rats are not living inside my hotel face.
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They're just sick
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and they need a bed lined with fine lace."
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[Mr. Howell:] "You know that pity's got an ugly price tag?"
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[Rats:]Our fur feels like it's on fire.
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There's thorns growing on our bones.
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Our hunger is X-Rated.
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Oh, Mother, We love you so!
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Candy invites you upstairs into her apartment.
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You say, "it's getting awfully late"
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and then sucks on your ear.
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Her clothes fall off, and she presses into you.
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But those rats have rats have chewed a hole straight through.
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Her navel (Yeah!) Her nipple! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
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[Mr. Howell:] Oh, Candy (Yeah!) I've got to go! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!)
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[Candy:] Oh, won't you stay the night with me?
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Mr. Howell!
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These rats are not living inside my Hotel face.
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They're just sick. And need a bed lined with fine lace.
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[Mr Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag.
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(Yeah? Yeah! Yeah? Yeah!)
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[Rats:] Our muscles have turned to cement.
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We're coughing up needles and nails.
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Our veins are flowing barbed wire.
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Oh, mother, we are so frail!
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But, wait!
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We've got a trick for him.
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We twist to tears.
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To shit eaten grins.
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When you wake up in the morning, oh-oh.
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You find yourself alone in Candy's bed.
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And everything is gone:
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paintings, jewels, songs.
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Candy's blowing in the breeze;
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those rats devoured her up in her sleep.
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Her skin's tied to the bed post,
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like a flag on a ship of ghosts.
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You read the letter on the dresser, oh-oh.
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The sick brown sun rubbing in your soul.
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[letter:] Oh, mother, you should have known.
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You should have seen through our fake broken bones.
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Our tears that we razor-sharpened
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were calculated to rob you blind.
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[Mr. Howell:] Three weeks later from that day;
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I saw those rats on a bicycle.
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They crept by me, and started bawling.
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Their eyes turned to icicles.
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Crying; "We need a vacancy!
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We need a vacancy!"
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Rats And Rats And Rats For Candy
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The Blood Brothers |