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Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in 
Open the door, Richard 
Richard, why don't you open that door

I met old zeke standing
Open the door, Richard
Open the door and let me in 
Open the door, Richard 
Richard, why don't you open that door

I met old zeke standing
to play
That poor bastard hung himself the other day
Oh how the years seem to fly by
Is death the final high

Cause Richard hung himself
Richard hung
say, I've gotta go but you can stay

Pale kids come to play
And we heard Richard Nixon say, I've gotta go but you can stay...
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
Happy birthday to you, 
Happy birthday to you, 
Happy birthday dear Richard, 
Happy birthday to you. 

Hah-hah-hah. 
Happy birthday my little
and
tripping and scoring and laughing and laughing and
screaming and hurting and tearing and being and taking
the body
goodbye to you richard i gotta get out
and
tripping and scoring and laughing and laughing and
screaming and hurting and tearing and being and taking
the body
goodbye to you richard i gotta get out
"This is a message for Paul Oakenfold, how are you? 
Its Anita Baymont Hunter Thompson's assistant, 
I'm going through the messages, 
Just getting
on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.

What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy
on time to close
Richard, you haven't really changed, I said
It's just that now you're romanticizing some pain that's in your head
You got tombs in your
of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of babylon, trying
was
A somewhat tasteless rum
I've come to look
After you
It's just as
Well by the
Look of things

You're the sort of guy one runs into in london
there
In my quiet mist of rage
How I wanted to tell you
But I was hushed by my shame

So when the waves come rolling in
Then I won't turn the tide
out
Welcome the passion of the groove

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
I stand
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued

Fate's right hand...I don't understand
out
Welcome the passion of the groove

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I want to get down
You spin me around
out
Welcome the passion of the groove

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I want to get down
You spin me around
out
Welcome the passion of the groove

The golden years, the silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down, you spin me around
I stand
out
Welcome the passion of the groove

The golden years
The silver tears
You wore a tie like Richard Gere
I wanna get down
You spin me around
I stand
(words by Richard Farina)

Oh, now is the time for your loving, dear,
And the time for your company
Now when the light of reason fails
And fires burn
Be-Coming Enemies of their own families.
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
got a chinese Elvis painted by Norman Rockwell 
His part tonight will be played by Richard Pryor 
The Mason Dixon line divides 
The free from all
I like the way that you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me of
Black and white movies

And I will put a white dress on and
By the window wait