| BLOOD! |
| BLOOD! |
| BLOOD!
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| BLOOD! |
| BLOOD! |
| BLOOD!
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| BLOOD! |
| BLOOD! |
| BLOOD!
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| Nothing you can brew that can’t be drunk
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| Whiplash Absolut and blowing chunks
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| Acting like a maniac, exploding feeling nears
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| I’m queasy!
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| No metal we can make ever has been made
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| For poseurs there is no hope to be saved
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| Tricks, sticks, and lipstick fix of Rikki Rocket makes me say
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| You’re cheesy!
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| All you need is blood All you need is blood
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| All — you — need — is — BLOOOOOD! |
| BLOOD!
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| Blood is all you need
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| Nothing you can thrash that can’t be thrashed
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| Nothing you can smash that can’t be smashed
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| Through the mist and the madness the Metal Militia bangs
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| They’re sleazy!
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| All you need is blood (C'MON! LET’S SEE YOU MOOOOVE!)
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| All you need is blood (METALLIBANGERS, GO-OOOH-WOOOAH!)
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| All — you — need — is — BLOOOOOD! |
| BLOOD!
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| Blood is all you need
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| Blood is all you need Blood is all you need. |
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| WE LOVE YOU! |
| YEE-AAH! |
| YEE-AAH! |
| YEE-AAH! |