"Satanisterna blev så arga att de gick hem... och åt glass!"

They're spoonfeeding Casanova

To get him to feel more assured

Then they'll kill him with self-confidence

After poisoning him with words

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Bob Dylan fyller mig med någon slags högaktningsfull fascination.

Inte trodde jag att jag skulle falla för något sådant.
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Texterna, hans texter. Helt undebara.
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Dr. Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
"Have Mercy on His Soul"
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All these people that you mentioned
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
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OCH, sanna mina ord, han är GRYM på munspel. Jag har nu tillbringat en halvtimme på mitt golv med mina munspel. Men det känns lite hopplöst. Jag kommer nog aldrig bli särskilt mycket bättre än vad jag är.
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As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'