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I've got a pocket full of napalm with my sights set on your children's schoolyard. And so we're being cut off at the shins by merry-go-rounds, reciting lullabies about the money and the meetings and the business affairs. Doctor Economy, you'd better be my mistress tonight, or I'm telling your wife everything. Doctor Economy, you'd best be on the first train tomorrow, or I swear you'll be hanging from your ankles like your uncles down in New Orleans. I'm tappin' the trigger and I'm keeping beat with the policeman's club against the warm, dark meat. Can't you just hold your liquor a little longer? It's been over an hour since we watched the s