J.Q. Murder

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J.Q. Murder wears sandpaper suits Broken glass in pocket, barbed wire boots Not because he's mean but because he's a martyr He makes Jackie Collins look like Jean Paul Sartre Who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up) I said, who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up) J.Q. Murder, tyranny and murder Judgment, retribution, murder and melancholia Woo! Three Musketeers conscripted, each in his narrow cell Warder! Send a J.Q. Murder, die in living hell Safer in the streets than in your home? With strangers than with friends? Swim for your life in a sea of red ink, drown all dead ends Who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up) I said, who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up) J.Q. Murder, J.Q., J.Q. Murder Judgment with religious fervor, murder and melancholia The quick and the dead, kill or be killed, woo! Two-bit penny philanthropists, a dime a dozen Here's the demystifying process in action Don't kneel, it makes me nervous [x2] The quick and the dead, kill or be killed [x4] Seal up the mineshaft, there can't be anybody left alive! There's more integrity in a politician's notes than in the whole of his gritty frame Sir Cutthroat threw a party, migraine, you Jane, Kingdom Came Murder! Where's your religious fervor? Pretend you're a martyr! He makes Jesus Christ look like Frank Sinatra The quick and the dead, kill or be killed [x2] Seal up the mineshaft, there can't be anybody left alive! J.Q. Murder, J.Q., J.Q. Murder Tyranny and murder, judgment, retribution J.Q. Murder, where's your religious fervor? Here's the demystifying process in action Murder and melancholia
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