| Was it in the cold of that knife you screwed
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| In the heart of the enduring?
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| ‘Cause when you opened that door, you knew
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| Well now, there’d be no returning
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| Or room to mourn what we have lost
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| To wait while the willing
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| As you’re the hound of blood and rank
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| And boy, you’ve got another thing coming
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| You’ve got to give it to me
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| As though you want it to
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| Come on and set me free
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| I’ll dig it 'til we’ve made your grave
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| Oh, you’ve been a bad, bad boy
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| I’ll cut it 'til I carve it out
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| And stick it in a sad, sad song
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| Why the bother? |
| You’re no brother
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| You’re the wrong I need
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| Boy, we all found an audience, while
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| You found the worst of me, you got another thing
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| Put 'em up against the wall, now they’re of no use to you
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| God, it’s time for the curing
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| Only you’re in for that big refuse
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| Surprise, boy! |
| This tide’s come a-turning
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| No room to mourn what you have lost
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| Oh, no waiting while the willing
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| Poor little hound of blood and rank
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| Who deserves every ounce of what’s coming
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| You’ve got to give it to me
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| As though you want it to
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| Come on and set me free
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| I’ll dig it 'til we’ve made your grave
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| Oh, you’ve been a bad, bad boy
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| I’ll cut it 'til I carve it out
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| And stick it in a sad, sad song
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| Why the bother? |
| You’re no brother
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| You’re the wrong I need
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| Boy, we all found an audience, while
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| You found the worst of me, you got another thing
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| Come on, come on, come on
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| You’ve got to give it to me
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| As though you want it to
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| Come on and set me free
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| I’ll dig it 'til we’ve made your grave
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| Oh, you’ve been a bad, bad boy
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| I’ll cut it 'til I carve it out
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| And stick it in a sad, sad song
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| Why the bother? |
| You’re no brother
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| You’re the wrong I need
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| Boy, we all found an audience, while
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| You found the worst of me, you got another thing
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| We caught you on the wrong side of lying
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| Within the dust, we left you dying
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| If only words can keep you hiding
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| Well, go on, cowards, we’ve offed you
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| Cowards, we’ve offed you
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| (I hope your life’s a living hell) It’s all on you, boy
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| (I hope your life’s a living hell) It’s all on you, boy
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| (I hope your life’s a living hell) It’s all on you, boy
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| (I hope your life’s a living hell) It’s all on you, boy
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| (I hope your life’s a living hell) It’s all on you, boy
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| (I hope your life’s a living hell) It’s all on you, boy
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| (I hope your life’s a living hell) It’s all on you, boy |