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Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection "There stands some kind of man," I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left and I spun to the right And I spun to the left again "Well, fear me! Fear me! Fear me!" No one did cause they were dead Huh, oh, my god And then there came the police sirens wailing And a bullhorn squelched and blared "Drop your weapons and come out With your hands in the air!" Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw one final bullet left And my hand looked almost human As I raised it to my head Letras de canciones "Drop your weapons and come out! Keep your hands above your head!" I took one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's Bar "Don't shoot," I cried, "I'm a man unarmed!" So they put me in the car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's Bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers One, two, three, four Oh my god O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar O'Malley's Bar Oh my god Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor When I looked at poor old O'Malley's wife Well that's exactly what I saw "I have no free will", I sang And I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed — You really should have heard her Well, I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband stupidly stood up As he screamed, "You are an evil man!" And I paused a while to wonder "If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable?" I wonder And with blazing wings I neatly aimed Blew his head completely off And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brooks I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows I said, "I want to introduce myself And I am glad that all you came" And I leapt upon the bar And I shouted down my name From Letras Mania