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Dragnet for gun-blast manThe papers had a fatherHolding up a pictureHis son-in-law killed herYes he killed his wifeShe was wasting his lifeHis veins are full of evil serumBut what's done is doneNow he's trapped in flat of AnglesHiding in flat of AnglesRight down to its gablesAnd sometimes bell bust underThe rings from many callersCoupon and gas-board manDragnet for gun-blast manWho's trapped in flat of AnglesRented cage is flat of AnglesRight down to its gablesAnd first he started on the floorboards120 degrees from windowDoors open to specificationSongtexteAnd keeps out stupid neighborsVery safe is flat of AnglesCheap rent too his flat of AnglesDown to its gablesHere he fights to typeStory of murder in his lifeOr soap operas all dayIn rooms of dirty laundryBut I'm in flat of AnglesHiding in flat of AnglesRight down to its gablesAnd the sun dragged him out one dayFrom his laundryHe saw mercenary eyesThe streets are full of mercenary eyesWell stretched in flat of AnglesNot long left in flat of AnglesDown to the gablesThere's a big reward for gun-blast manA big reward for gun-blast manA big reward for gun-blast manLet us go up and write storiesDragnetPhone in for the Dragnet man Aus Songtexte Mania