What a Mess!

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 Sitting in an empty sauna
 Eating chocolate ice cream
 Walking down the stairs sideways
 Feel the vultures circling
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 At first I'm laying on the carpet
 Then standing up in supermarket
 Next thing I know I have to flee for my life
 Running from a figure in a hood with a knife, saying
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 After all this, things were surely getting weird
 A shirtless wrestler appeared
 Pulled out a map and he asked if I've ever had balut
 How far's the farthest bathroom in this town? (and it goes.)
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 Now there's ice cream on my shirt but it's ripped
 From the tip of the blade that was thrust to my chest
 And I run, run, run through the endless tunnel maze
 When I hear ten thousand voices screaming what a mess (quel bordel!)
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