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I took my customary stroll in the midday sun
Got my devil ?? diviner, my hand on my gun
Now the game's for you, we do it for fun
Look out!
Got this itch inside my skull, got a clip on my wings
Now I'm seeing you peripheral, what's under your skin
Got a basketful of puppets, a hatful of pins
Look out!
Some folks set up a posse in the local estate
Down to cripple me for ?? crisp at the stake
But you forgot a few believers, you made a mistake
Look out!
Now they hide inside their boxes, not a soul on the street
Except for pizzaman, strangers, and little old me
Little old me...
Look out!
Got my devil ?? diviner, my hand on my gun
Now the game's for you, we do it for fun
Look out!
Got this itch inside my skull, got a clip on my wings
Now I'm seeing you peripheral, what's under your skin
Got a basketful of puppets, a hatful of pins
Look out!
Some folks set up a posse in the local estate
Down to cripple me for ?? crisp at the stake
But you forgot a few believers, you made a mistake
Look out!
Now they hide inside their boxes, not a soul on the street
Except for pizzaman, strangers, and little old me
Little old me...
Look out!
Lyrics submitted by jt
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