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Anna:
Davy?
(Knocking: Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock)
Do you wanna surrender?
Come on I have a gun
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It's like you wanna hide
You have a puny army
And now it shrinking
I wish you would tell me why?
Cause I wanna stab a Texan
It doesnt have to be a Mexican
Davy:
Go die, Anna
Anna:
Okay, bye...
(Knocking)
Do you wanna surrender?
Or we will shoot you in face
I think you are gonna die
I've started talking to
the dead people on wallDavy:
(Hang in there, Bowie!)
It gets a little lonely
(Orchestral)
Anna:
(Knocking)
Davy?
Please, I know you're in there,
Mexicans are ready to smash your face
They say "have courage", and I'm trying to
I am going to kill you, just me let me out
No stop complaining!
It's just you and me
What am I gonna do to you?