| Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
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| Oak tree you’re in my way
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| There’s too much Coke and too much smoke
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| Look what’s going on inside you
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| Ooh, that smell
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| Can’t you smell that smell
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| Ooh, that smell
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| The smell of death surrounds you
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| Angel of darkness is upon you
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| Stuck a needle in your arm
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| So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
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| One more drink fool, will drown you
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| Ooh, that smell
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| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord
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| Ooh, that smell
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| The smell of death surrounds you
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| Now they call you Prince Charming
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| Can’t speak a word when you’re full of 'ludes
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| You’ll be all right come tomorrow
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| Tomorrow might not be here for you
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| Ooh, that smell
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| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord
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| Ooh, that smell
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| The smell of death surrounds you
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| Hey, you’re a fool you
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| Stick them needles in your arms
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| I know I’ve been there before
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| One little problem that confronts you
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| You got a monkey on your back
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| Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
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| One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
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| Ooh, that smell
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| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord
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| Ooh, that smell
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| The smell of death surrounds you
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| Ooh, that smell
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| Can’t you smell that smell, Lord
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| Ooh, that smell
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| The smell of death surrounds you
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| Hey, you’re a fool you
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| Stick them needles in your arms
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| You’re just a fool, just a fool, just a fool |