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The Fiery Furnaces
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The Philadelphia Grand Jury
There ain't no more favors to ask There ain't no petitions to pass It's all in the hands, it's all in the hands Of the Philadelphia Grand Jury now
More crooked sons of bitches You can't ever have come across
Make sure that they notarized my will Make sure Mom don't look at the noose We already know there ain't no suspense That the Philadelphia Grand Jury strings me up
More crooked sons of bitches You can't ever have come across
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Make sure that they notarized my will Make sure Mom don't look at the noose We already know there ain't no suspense That the Philadelphia Grand Jury strings me up
More crooked sons of bitches You can't ever have come across
More crooked sons of bitches You can't ever have come across
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