| I am young, and I’m in love. |
| Post-apocalyptic?
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| Sure
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| But it’s something I’m working on
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| Equipped with a bible and a rifle
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| I should be fine, with this holiness on my side
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| But what’s the good in a god by my side
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| When the devil creeps around my neck like a snake?
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| We march, in the damnation parade
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| We’re cast, Ill-starred in an operatic gun ballet
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| I apologize
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| I have prior affairs I’ve arranged
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| I have a date with the gallows and I can’t be late
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| I don’t care much for your advice, this drink here is rather convincing
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| But your horns and tail tell me otherwise
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| So I’m getting the hell out of here
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| The stench of deceit is far too much to bare
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| And when we dance, oh how we’ll dance before a conflux of crows
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| Like wolves
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| I can’t help but lick my lips at the thought of biting
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| Into your skin, and tasting grace
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| Oh god what I’d give to feel the slightest bit alive again
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| Temptation has a killer body
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| That boys got the devil inside him
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| That boy’s got it |