| You do not get the picture
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| My name is Dick not Richard
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| I live inside a haunted house
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| With a butler that’s a fixture
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| Always making up a mixture
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| For a mister with a migraine
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| I’m an unimportant orphan
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| It’s my Wayne or the highway
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| I spend the morning bored
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| When I used to sort a soar
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| The trapeze is my tradition
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| Now I’m wishing I was more
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| My parents love each other madly
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| Sadly fell to their grave
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| But a billionaire was there
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| And my life he then saved
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| He brought me to his castle
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| I’m a hassle and a half
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| Find I’m always getting lost
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| So I’ve drawn myself a map
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| I got tutors and computers
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| Fencing and gymnastics
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| But I teach them all new tactics
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| Tell my teachers to please fact check
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| Read the paper over breakfast
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| At a table for one
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| There’s a train off in the distance
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| It don’t bother me none
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| What I start reading is the pleading
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| Of my techniques being needed
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| By a giant bastard crone
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| ‘Till they’re fallen and defeated
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| Wondering what it means
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| Can it be connected to my folks?
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| Does some holy hero hear my prayer?
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| I guess I’ll never know
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| If only I could have revenge
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| On the men that stole their breath
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| I wish I could reveal their plot
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| That dropped them to their death
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| Where is the justice for the fallen and fractured?
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| Are we irrelevant, I thought that we mattered?
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| Where is the Bat or is this circus just white trash?
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| Please do not pass, do we fall under your flight path?
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| Where is the league that’ll deal with these creeps
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| Should I be fighting like a Titan even though I’m a teen?
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| If the Batman has my back man then why haven’t I seen it?
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| Keep robbin' me of property, I oughta intervene
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| Every night I stare at the ceiling
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| Feeling unappealing
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| Either the wallpaper is peeling
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| Or I need to start dealing
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| I’m a zombie with insomia
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| Too fidgety for flannels
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| Spy the butler and my benefactor
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| Slide behind a panel
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| See the shelf resume its place
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| I haven’t got an inkling
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| Piano prints on these two keys
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| I press them without thinking
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| Can’t believe it, door that’s secret
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| Is a feature I now crave
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| There’s a pole that I descend
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| Who knows what the hell is in this cave?
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| I’m lost and it is freightning
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| No spotlights there to guide me
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| A creepy-crawly cavern
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| Where a billion bats are hiding
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| Not a place that’s so inviting
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| Still exciting to invade
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| I creep behind their whispers
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| 'Till I find a haven safe
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| I’m behind a suit of armour
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| Made for riots maybe space
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| There are seven different versions
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| Of a certain cowl and cape
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| A cool collection of Kevlar
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| For a multitude of missions
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| One for underwater
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| One for arctic expeditions
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| There’s an underground river
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| There’s a rocket on a train track
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| Feeling in my liver that says
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| «Please go find your way back»
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| But I hear them in their plotting
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| I must know what they discuss
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| I pass a helcopter
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| Feel a bullfrog in my guts
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| I’m in a trophy room of treasures
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| Props of Gotham’s worst
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| I see a giant dinosaur
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| And my heart’s about to burst
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| A 1937 penny
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| That could fall on you and kill you
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| Perverted people will prefer
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| A misanthropic milieu
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| And yet I still continue
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| To have issues with this grotto
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| Down a corridor where there’s stored
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| Several different autos
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| They’re batmobiles, I start to feel
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| As if I should be leaving
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| As if I should be up my room
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| Upset and sad and grieving
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| Can’t resist, I clench my fist
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| Confront them at their console
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| «Who are you and what’s all this?
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| Include me in your council!»
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| «I'm Batman, that’s a fact and
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| I’m so sorry to mislead you
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| We’re hunting down your parents' killer
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| Now we really need you
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| Here’s a suit that I designed
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| Fine and moulded fitting
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| I need a sidekick at my side
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| To make sure my side is winning
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| So, you can just stop grinning
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| Say 'So long!' |
| to your past
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| Here’s a belt and cape, some tricks of trade
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| And don’t forget your mask" (No way!)
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| There is justice for the fallen and fractured
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| They’re not irrelevent, they totally matter
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| I’m with the Bat, no longer just white trash
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| I will not pass, you’re all under my flight path
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| There is a league that will deal with these creeps
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| There is a Titan who is fighting even though he’s a teen
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| The Batman has my back man, yo I didn’t beleive
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| Name is Robin, you’ll be throbbin, cause I’ll probably intervene |