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By The Blood Brothers, SAMMY
I GOT Y'. I SHOT Y'
AND Y' BLOODY
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By The Blood Brothers, and the swarm of winged octopi fly out
under the lid
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By The Blood Brothers, Oh, Team Machine!
I'm a pound of flesh in a drum
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By The Blood Brothers, here comes the man with concussions in his pocket.
here comes
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By The Blood Brothers, NARRATOR
THERE'S A GIRL INSIDE THE WOMAN
WHO'S WAITING TO
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By The Blood Brothers, Scarecrow, you ruined me.
Now I've caught my hands in the
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By The Blood Brothers, MICKEY
NO KIDS OUT ON THE STREET TODAY.
YOU COULD
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By The Blood Brothers, Those tire tracks
Zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait
The
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By The Blood Brothers, join the skin army boys!
join the skin army girls!
camouflage your
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By The Blood Brothers, MRS JOHNSTONE
ONCE I HAD A HUSBAND
YOU KNOW THE
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By The Blood Brothers, MRS JOHNSTONE
THE HOUSE WE GOT WAS LOVELY,
THE NEIGHBOURS
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By The Blood Brothers, MRS JOHNSTONE
THE JURY FOUND HIM GUILTY
SENT HIM DOWN
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By The Blood Brothers, Hello, hello, hello, to the girl with eight inch fingers.
Codeine
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By The Blood Brothers, do you recall when we were young?
we licked the summer's
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By The Blood Brothers, And every soldier's face is burnt,
and it's a mask of
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By The Blood Brothers, mr. electric we are dying to dine in your house
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By The Blood Brothers, The last mariner alive on the ark of the Blood
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By The Blood Brothers, MRS LYONS
HELLO, MRS J. HOW ARE YOU?
MRS J.?
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By The Blood Brothers, The carnival's glossy ghosts,
zebra-painted horses parade,
the cotton candy prostitutes,
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By The Blood Brothers, we live in a glamorous mansion with napalm in the
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By The Blood Brothers, her smiles flashed SOS in that dress of sea anemone
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By The Blood Brothers, NARRATOR
IT WAS ONE DAY IN OCTOBER WHEN THE SUN
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By The Blood Brothers, Music: Willy Russell
Lyrics: Willy Russell
Book: Willy Russell
Premiere: Monday, April 11,
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By The Blood Brothers, If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
I know [x4]
and
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By The Blood Brothers, If the sea shakes like an empty maraca, yeah.
and, I
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By The Blood Brothers, We are the cock-eyed children left to babble in tarantula
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By The Blood Brothers, those chariots, racing your run, autographing flooded slums.
those chariots, they
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By The Blood Brothers, [Mr. Howell:] The dinner was fine, until she opened her
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By The Blood Brothers, They're fucking after us,
my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial
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By The Blood Brothers, MRS LYONS
WHERE DID YOU GET THAT... LOCKET FROM, EDWARD?