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HELL IN A BUCKET (Words : John Perry Barlow / Music : Bob Weir) The Grateful Dead Well, I was drinking last night with a biker And I showed him a picture of you I said, "Pal, get to know her. You'll like her." Seemed like the least I could do... 'Cause when he's driving his chopper Up and down your carpeted halls, You will think me by contrast quite proper. Never mind how I stumble and fall. Never mind how I stumble and fall. Chorus: You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot For a taste of your elegant pride I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe, But at least I'm enjoying the ride. At least I'm enjoying the ride. At least I'm enjoying the ride. Now miss sweet little soft-core pretender, Somehow baby got hard as it gets. With her black leather chrome spiked suspenders, Her chair and her whip and her pets. Well we know you're the reincarnation Of the ravenous Catherine the Great. And we know how you love your ovations For the Z-rated scenes you create. The Z-rated scenes you create. Bridge: You analyze me, pretend to despise me, You laugh when I stumble and fall. There may come a day I will dance on your grave If unable to dance, I will crawl across it Unable to dance, I'll still crawl. You must really consider the circus 'Cause it just might be your kind of zoo I can't think of a place that's more perfect For a person as perfect as you. And it's not like I'm leaving you lonely 'Cause I wouldn't know where to begin But I know that you'll think of me only When the snakes come marching in When the snakes come marching in

    


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