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I'm a bluefinger from up on the hill Above the dark water that's flowing there still But my blood is Isala and I'd rather swill I came down from the top and I drank every drop I went through the Sassen Gate and got on the train The pepper-box bell blowing my brains But I made it go quiet like Spanish cocaine And I looked at the cows and made solemn vows If my choices are poor I made them, I made them And who's knocking at my door? I paid them, I paid them I don't need the do not disturb me sign The manager here is a friend of mine So baby, let's go, just one more time I'm a jumping jack to this thing on my back And all of my choices were pure I made them, I made them And who's knocking at my door? I paid them, I paid them |