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The Entrance Lyrics

(The) wedding of (old-aged) scotch's aroma
(And) Cuban cigar's (vaporous) taste embalmed the room;
A business man informed his distinguished hosts
With details concerning their future risky plan:
(We'll be) hiding identity of our fresh shaving beards,
We'll all proudly wear confortable (white) faceless masks
(And) surrounding our fingertips with translucent tape.

Suits are the core of (every) professional thieves,
Nylon socks are just good for bad s** movies.
Suits are the core of (every) professional thieves,
Nylon socks are just good for b******!
"My suitcase is filled with four pounds knock-down M4 rifle,
So lower your eyes and do everything I'm gonna say!"

We'll be storming the bank's entrance, lashing guards with ty-wraps.
Women wear piano wire like a wonderful necklace,
And men will wet their pants; ties will lick the dirty tile floor.
Towards the luxury of perfect crime;
We will proudly march!

Lower your eyes!
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