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I'm a bluefinger from up on the hillAbove the dark water that's flowing there stillBut my blood is Isala and I'd rather swillI came down from the top and I drink every dropI went through the Sassen Gate and I got on the trainThe pepper-box bell blowing my brainsBut I made it go quicker with Spanish cocaineAnd I looked at the cows and I made solemn vowsAnd if my choices are poorWell I made them, I made themAnd who's knocking on my door?I paid them, I paid themIf my choices are poorWell I made them, I made themAnd who's knocking on my door?I paid them, I paid themI don't need the do not disturb me signThe manager here is a friend of mineSo baby, let's go, just one more timeI'm a jumping jack to this thing on my backAnd all of my choices were pureYeah I made them, I made themAnd who's that knocking on my door?Well I paid them, yeah I paid them Aus Songtexte Mania