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Hamlet’s fishin’ in the grave

Hamlet’s fishin’ in the grave

thru the custard bones and stuff

he ain’t got no friends in there

he ain’t got no friends in there

I believe our man’s in love

Hamlet got a gun now

he wears a crucifix

he wears a crucifix

pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow

Hamlet moves so beautiful

Hamlet moves so beautiful

walking thru the flowers

who are hiding ’round the corners

He’s movin’ down the street now

he likes the look of that cadillac

he likes the look of that cadillac

pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow

Is this love some kinda love

Is this love some kinda love

Now he’s movin’ down my street

and he’s coming to my house

crawling up my stairs

Wherefore art thou baby-face

Where-for-art-thou

pow pow pow pow/pow pow pow pow

Is this love

Is this love

Pow!

He shoot it inside

He shoot it inside

Pow!

Don’t let ’em steal your heart away

he went and stole my heart POW!!

hey hey hey POW!!