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on your way to the death house.
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See, the D.A. likes the needle,
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whereas me,
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I like to see a man like you live a long life
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with all your teeth knocked out.
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Passed around till a brother can't tell your fart from a yawn.
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Now, I don't know what kind of man you are,
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which of these two fates you prefer,
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but Rodin here is a generous fellow.
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He's willing to let you take your pick.
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If you save us and this city a long and costly trial,
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waive your right to counsel and confess, right now.