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The Number Game



The Russian Roulette didn’t shoot me dead.

The name got lucky in the number game they played.

Now I want to do all bedins with Lennon in my head.

Sweet Lennon, Of all the crazy people they chose me.

Just too bad, its just too bad my name got lucky.

Coz I am trouble baby. Just bad trouble.

With an orgy in my head. Imagine.


Imagine all you crazy people there is an orgy in my head.

And the Russian Roulette didn’t shoot me dead.

The name it got lucky in the end.

In the number game they played.

I am bad trouble just bad trouble

To make my mother freak:

The angel she is a devil with no end.


sweet Lennon you put acid on my tongue

This bad trouble has now an orgy in her head

Just got lucky, her name got lucky

Imagine all you crazy people my name got lucky

In the end. The End.


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