Tom: G major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Workin' out of homicide
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They told me Joe Vinelli died
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We'd been a team for seven years
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His widow wouldn't waste her tears
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Who'd done it? No one seemed to care
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'Cause crooked cops
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foul up the air
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But since I worked so long with Joe
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I felt I had the right to know
Verse 2
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I found a club in Malibu
He'd gone when he felt
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black and blue
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Twenty bucks in petty cash
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The hat- check girl spilled
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out some trash
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In a tale I heard a name
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That rang a gong to save the
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game
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A congressman named Thollie Doakes
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Who had a place in Sherman Oaks
Verse 3
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you're out of your class
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You're trailing money,
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therefore then there's glass in the grass!
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Brass knuckles won't help you when
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your hands ain't clean
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broken noses are a trench coat scene
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And you ain't dressed for this affair
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You're breathing rarefied air
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Up through the luscious es
Verse 4
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A servant made me show
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my shield
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The congressman conversed with me
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convincingly
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He said he'd not a thing to hide
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Which told me right away he lied
'Cause how could he af
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ford the rent
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Unless he's somewhat overspent?
Verse 5
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And down the stairs he
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missed his dose
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The kind that takes off
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She'd left her furs upon
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And slipped on angel lace instead
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Her husband left to get a drink
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Her eyes squared up the
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way I think
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I figured Doakes had murdered
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Joe
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When blackmail for his needing go
Verse 6
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Brass knuckles copper,
Gm
you're falling in love
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You're near the rim of hell,
but you see heaven above!
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Brass knuckles won't fail you,
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but the light touch will
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Pistol holder, chip on shoulder with
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You think that justice just owes you face
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Your brain is loaded with blanks
Verse 7
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heavenly
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She sank her body into me
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My double- breasted suit fit fine
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Her form aligned itself with mine
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I wonder I'd a nat ural brain
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I smelled the truth out clean and plain
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without a fight
Verse 8
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That's when the angel stole my gun
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And said, "I hate to spoil your fun"
Then laughing,
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she explained to me
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The murderer was none but she
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A love affair with Joe went tired
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And six shots into him, she
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fired
The congressman,
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a jerk like me
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Had covered up to keep her free
Verse 9
Gm
I'll aim for the chest
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The bullet hole that entered
near the top of your vest!
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You lost your heart already so
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you won't feel the pain
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brass knuckles and a brass- headed brain
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Take a breath, prepare to crash
You'll see a bright blinding flash!
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