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    Charlie
    Charlie to Jonathon
    O.K. boy now here's your deal
    Will you gamble your life?
    Sign right here on the dotted line
    It's the one you've waited for all of your life
    Jonathon to Charlie
    Ah – will it feed my hunger
    If I swallow lies right down my throat?
    Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
    And tomorrow when I'm gone
    Will they whore my image on?
    I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
    Jonathon
    Murders, murders in the new morgue
    Murders, murders in the new morgue
    See old Charlie and the platinum armys
    Making me their boy
    Murders, murders in the new morgue
    Murders, murders in the new morgue
    He'll make ya scream for the cash machine
    Down in Chainsaw Charlie's morgue
    Charlie to Jonathon
    We'll sell your flesh by the pound you'll go
    A whore of wrath just like me
    We'll sell ya wholesale, we'll sell your soul
    Strap on your sixstring and feed our machine
    Jonathon to Charlie
    Ah – will it feed my hunger
    If I swallow lies right down my throat?
    Or will it choke me till I'm raw?
    And tomorrow when I'm gone
    Will they whore my image on?
    I'll will my throne away, to a virgin heir and Charlie's slave
    Charlie to Jonathon
    Welcome to the morgue boy
    Where the music comes to die
    Welcome to the morgue son
    I'll cut your throat just to stay alive
    Ah, trust me boy
    I won't steer you wrong
    If you trust me son
    You won't last very long
    Charlie to Jonathon
    I'm the president of showbiz, my name is Charlie
    I'm a cocksucking asshole, that's what they call me
    Here from my Hollywood tower I rule
    I'm lying motherfucker, the chainsaw's my tool
    The new morgue's our factory, to grease our lies
    Our machine is hungry, it needs your life
    Don't mind the faggots, and the ruthless scum
    Before we're done, son we'll make you one
    I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
    I'm the tin man, But I'll make you a star
    I'm the tin man, I've never had a heart
    I'm the tin man, but i'll make me the star
     

     
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