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Anton Barbeau
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High Noon
Son
Son of God
Record in the charts
A human cannonball
Born
Of virgin blood
Your mama paid the price
Her back against the wall
And so they shot her into space
Said 'stick this flag into the moon'
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
Son of Dracula
I've seen the script
I know the make-up man
There's rats and bats and stuff
Inside the crypt
Inside the clean up van
And with a stake right through the heart
To burst a bright red blood balloon
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
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Don't pretend you don't know what I'm on about
I tell you it's the end so pull your finger out
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
Son
Son of mom
Record in the charts
A human cannonball
Love - There's only love
Your mama paid the price
Her back against the wall
And as they spat into her face
As though she were a brass spittoon
The tears that fell were full of grace
And Mary sang this very tune
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
High Noon - each day is longer than the one before
High noon - cockroaches dancing on the kitchen floor
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