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Hey now whatcha doin'? Ya got that gun in your hand so you might as well us it Just put both fingers on the trigger and funny it's you who dies I can't figure you in I can't figure you out Your lies only breed doubt with a bad taste in the mouth What's in your master plan to screw with our lives and mess with heads? Have you heard the news? Have you heard Fallon's dead? 14 angry gangsters pumped her ass full of lead Still got this burning desire here in my heart Here in my head. No reason Fallon is dead Work from 9 to 5 We just cant compromise Along these starting stopping dead communications lines Try to figure this out Somehow I just can't decide Why would she lie? So how'd it feel when that building fell right on your face? How'd it feel when that rocket shot you out into space? From Letras Mania