| Well it looks like it might rain but rain ain’t what we need
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| Sunshine and a war machine I’m gettin ready for another stampede
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| Grease the gears with blood paint it black as night
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| Ride through the city like a Trojan horse
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| Convinced what you’re doin’s all right
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| Hold on 'till the river goes down the river goes to the sea
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| Hold on the rive’s comin' down on me
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| The killin' field has come to main street
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| Scatter guns in the liquor store
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| Rifled sinkhole graves in concrete it’s out of hand
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| At black fathom 4
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| Fallen leaves turn grey faces cold and worn
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| Memories of a better time swept away like a firestorm
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| Who can get it straight who can think it through
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| When every time the telephone rings
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| You think it’s someone comin' after you
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| Your mamma’s shootin' Gallery wages
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| Your daddy don’t give a damn no more
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| Keep these animals breakin' cages violent times
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| At black fathom 4
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| Walk into my world where brave can get you dead
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| You get together and a fight breaks out
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| Someone didn’t understand what you said
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| Walk into my world anger’s in my soul
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| Quick money give me double trouble
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| Friends are doing hard times in the hole
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| Children crying sniper thunder case the alleys and the corridors
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| Don’t look back it ain’t no wonder it’s open season
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| At black fathom 4 |