[Verse 1] Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection There stands some kind of man, I roared And there did, in the reflection [Verse 2] My hair combed back like a ravens wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from the business end of my gun Was a querymark of cordite [Verse 3] Well I spun to the left and I spun to the right And I spun to the left again Well, fear me! Fear me! Fear me! No one did cause they were dead Huh, oh, my god [Verse 4] And then there came the police sirens wailing And a bullhorn squelched and blared Drop your weapons and come out With your hands in the air! [Verse 5] Well, I checked the chamber of my gun Saw one final bullet left And my hand looked almost human As I raised it to my head [Verse 6] Drop your weapons and come out! Keep your hands above your head! I took one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said [Verse 7] There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around OMalleys Bar Dont shoot, I cried, Im a man unarmed! So they put me in the car [Verse 8] And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw OMalleys Bar, saw the cops and the cars And I started counting on my fingers [Verse 9] One, two, three, four Oh my god OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar OMalleys Bar Oh my god Well, you know those fish with the swollen lips That clean the ocean floor When I looked at poor old OMalleys wife Well thats exactly what I saw I have no free will, I sang And I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her Well, I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband stupidly stood up As he screamed, You are an evil man! And I paused a while to wonder If I have no free will then how can I Be morally culpable? I wonder And with blazing wings I neatly aimed Blew his head completely off And I turned my gun on the birdlike Mr. Brooks I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows I said, I want to introduce myself And I am glad that all you came And I leapt upon the bar And I shouted down my name
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