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Small Fred Face At The Window

goes back to another alley to a leering butcher's blade And the deal is dark and bloody in the crime the law has made. CHORUS: And the face at the window

we must face judgment when we have done wrong." CHORUS He heard the cruiser coming, the cops were at the door He looked out the window, said, "They'll

paint chips off your ceiling Fake face, yo pack up, start watchin Scarface I strike your tour bus, catch you naked smokin dust Rip your papers at halftime