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The clock strikes twelve, midnight arrives
Cock your guns and sharpen your knives
There's a grand prize for Nash's demise
So knock him dead and give him head, and we'll all celebrate
We'll party at one, we'll all have fun, so don't go running late
But tell a lie when Nash didn't cry, and your head will be on the plate
So hurry now, you're on the dime, it's time to do the crime
But tick-tock-tick-tock, we're out of time
