of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share his misery. Fuck
I'm no one's wife But, Oh, I love my life And all that Jazz! That Jazz! [Roxie Hart] Say it again, Fred. [Fred Casely] Jesus. [Roxie Hart] Hey, why
kind, because our kind is the best kind! Man-kind is shit, harry! our kind will get rid of your kind, just like wiping off this fountain pen, harry!
myth. In anticipation of their own death, they await his coming. Sweet Jesus have mercy on me. Sweet Jesus, they share his agony. Sweet Jesus, they share
and YOUR KIND, because OUR KIND is THE BEST KIND! MAN-KIND is SHIT, HARRY! OUR KIND will get rid of YOUR KIND, just like wiping off this fountain pen
MERCY, PITY OR LOVE - YOUR HERO SHE WILL BURN! TIME FLIES AMONG THE ROSES INFECTED BY THE WORM! O kind and most sweet Jesus - day of the dead has PASSED
