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Icicle Tusk Lyrics
I'll shoot you dead
For the father Of the coal miner's daughter Beneath the icicle tusk You and me among the flattering dusk In my haste I draw my weapon Designing your final lesson As you recede to the floor All is silent but the fluttering door Twenty-five grand on the table Of the high wall street stable I'm not responsible for The reputation of the Neighborhood whore But I'm a keyhole peeker And you're my surveilance keeper And though my memory rusts I will always see the icicle tusk And I must admit That it gets lonesome on my shelf This much I can tell This much I can tell
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07-12-2008
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08-05-2008
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09-04-2009
"Twenty-five grand on the table
Of the high wall street stable
I'm not responsible for
The reputation of the
Neighborhood whore"
The murderer tries to rationalize the act to the witness after the fact, using her reputation as a prostitute against her. The speaker isn't concerned with this fact, and takes justice into his own hands as he sees fit. "Icicle tusk" represents the weapon used, perhaps an ice pick.
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