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When he came out to the lock-up He said I'm looking for something better And he made his shock announcement And backed off, backed down, backed off And then he got up off the floor He said I'm wealthy enough, not to do this no more And he made it all known with his hand held up, palm out And she said don't know if i should Cause i worry too much about the tests on the blood And at first it was a 'yes', and then a 'no', then a 'yes' A maggot sleeps on her desk He wears a sleeping bag as his vest And he's getting too too bothered About the spots on his chest, chest, chest Now T T, she laid it on And a few days later shes gone So its back to the womb To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm