| There’s dead on every street
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| The city’s a cemetery
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| So evidently, you better believe
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| It’s better to get up and leave
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| If that’s something you’ll ever achieve
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| Well then you will need to get a bit mean
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| With the endless sea, of horrendous beings
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| That’ll see your flesh as a delicacy
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| They wanna find out how your meat tastes
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| One bite is all it takes
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| Should you make a small mistake
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| They’ll make you their next gourmet steak
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| The stakes have been raised, son
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| Can you stave the invasion?
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| From the cradle, to the grave, you’ll save
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| All walks of life and death, When you slay them
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| I’ll make tools, Then I slay fools
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| Though I break rules, Stay faithful
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| To the label, Of a fellow cutting straight through you
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| From the nape of the neck to the navel
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| Maybe it’s painful, maybe it’s not
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| I dunno, your brains are all rotten
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| And though you may have forgotten the way that it was
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| I won’t let you forget when I take you to god
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| With a home made blade aimed straight to your schnoz
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| I don’t suppose, there’ll be that much tissue left
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| To let you blow your nose
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| And so it goes on
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| The contagion continues
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| It’ll blatantly take
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| Every grain of the patience
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| And latent frustration
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| That’s waiting within you
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| Skill
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| Let’s take it back! |