Time's running out, kid
So what do you say?
Cowboy or convict?
I win either way
Your abject surrender was always the bottom line
SPOKEN: Gentlemen, escort our guest to the cellars so that he might reflect in solitude?
Too bad you've no job, Jack
But you did resign
Too bad you've no family
But you can't have mine
Be glad you're alive, boy
I'd say that's the bottom line
Like the pied piper you knew what to play
Till those kids all believed you were right
Lucky for them, all but one got away
They may not be so lucky tonight

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