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Listen man, never mind who this is 
We've got your wife 
Yea, your better half, your partner in life 
You'll find her Volvo abandoned at the mall 
Her credit cards are in the trunk 
We don't want that junk 
We want the money, and we want it in cash 
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite stuck togethe with duct tape 
They're wrapped around her new perm, strapped around her little face 
So don't do anything funny, man, don't do anything smart, or we'll 
Blow up her head 

Listen man, we've got your son 
Yea, your one and only heir 
The scion of your loins the chosen one e picked him up oft the playing field 
You'll get bis short pants by priority mail 
We need sonne cash to finance our political aims 
Put it in your work-out bag and leave it at the gym 
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamitestuck together with duct tape 
They're wrapped around his little skull just to stop the constant snivelling 
And it we don't hear from you by tomorrow, we'II 
Blow up his head 

We've got your daughter, that's right 
Daddy's little girl, the light of your life 
And all we want is every penny you've saved 
Empty out your retirement fund and put it in an old suitcase 
How do you know we've got her? 
We'II send you her little pinkie 
You can shove it up your ass and call it stinky 
Cause there are ten sticks of dynamite wrapped around her golden locks 
And only you have the power to make this stop 
And if we don't get everything that we want, we'II 
Blow up her head 

Forget it man 
We're coming after you 
We have no political beliefs 
We don't want your fucking money 
There's just one thing that motivates us 
We hate your fucking guts 
There are ten sticks of dynamite waiting for you 
They'll cover your eyes 
They'll muffle your ears 
They'll shut your fucking mouth 
They'll 
Blow up your head