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you know I run a home for the hopeless formerly good people gone astray Im here to ask you all for some money To keep our little place warm and safe I'd like to thank you first for the dinner the chocolate moose was such a grand delight but do you care about the lost and the forgotten enough to write a big fat check tonight ? our little place we've got prostitutes and aids we've got burglars. deviant poets, and thieves religious nuts who act out Bible stuff like killin their kids for publicity Im sure you must agree that its our duty To help a fallen Birdie fly again We've gotta lift them up, so they can live like us Eat Dorrittos, take vacations and watch TV Our little place we've got a man with half a face whose step-dad took a blow-torch to his head Letras de cancionesin our little home we've got a girl who sits alone combing her pubic hair with a chainsaw but its nice in the evening, when everything calms down and you can hear little crickets in the darkness makin that chirpin sound..... Right down the hall you'll find heroin and tall little vials of a drug you never heard of On a trip to the john You might cross paths with cross-eyed Juan swingin his knife on a three-day binge and though he means you no harm hes hearin voices than alarm and inform him that you have a secret plan Thank god you got me to contain this surly lot or they'd be climbin the walls up onto your yacht but its nice in the evening, when everything calms down and you can hear little crickets in the darkness makin that chirpin sound..... and have you ever known a cricket who went bad? From Letras Mania