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If I didn’t drink, I would have died at twenty. I got the stink of Paris, rotting through my bones,
If I didn’t drink, I would have died at twenty. I got the rats in Paris, I’m never lonely their
Going back to Paris, with a gun in my hand, and I’m going to stand where we met, with a wet cigarette, and tap dance a little hole into the ground
Going back to Paris, with a gun in my hand, and a bottle full of whisky, for the gypsy downtown
Who killed Charlie Brown.
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
Who killed Charlie Brown?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
Who killed Charlie Brown?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
Who killed Charlie Brown?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
If I didn’t drink, I would have died at twenty. I got the stench of Paris, like a French cowboy
If I didn’t drink, I would have died at twenty. I got the rats in Paris, and the midnight air.
Going back to Paris, with a gun in my hand, and two bullets, for the, woman, with a, rose in her hair.
Going back to Paris, with a gun in my hand, Cause I’m the rat king of the Bastille underground
The man who killed Charlie Brown
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
Chuck has got to die
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
Who killed Charlie Brown
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
Who killed Charlie Brown?
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, / nah, nah, nah, nah /
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