| We’ve got the bottles lined up
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| And we’ll kill 'em all
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| Stand to the end, we’ll never fall
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| F-Town boys are ready for excess
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| Woah-oh
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| How much fun can you stand
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| How much time until the end
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| In this special kind of camp
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| We are the death camp
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| Welcome to the sickest party you have ever known
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| Welcome to the thunder of a cranked up house
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| I guess you heard about the little deather
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| Welcome to the death camp
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| Death camp
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| (Welcome to the sickest party
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| Welcome to the sickest party
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| Welcome to the sickest party you have ever known)
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| We are the death camp
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| We are the death camp
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| We are the death camp
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| While the twisted bunch
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| I was ready to scour
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| With the dangerous smell that you can’t ignore
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| F-Town party’s harder than the rest
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| Woah-oh
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| Are you beauty’s, are you vamps
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| All you ladies, are you trance
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| Welcome to a special camp
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| We are the death camp (camp, camp, camp)
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| Welcome to the sickest party you have ever known
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| Welcome to the thunder of a cranked up house
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| I guess you heard about the little deather
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| Welcome to the death camp
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| It’s the time
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| It’s the place
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| It’s the hardest crew around
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| Let the beat, let the bass
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| Take you on this trip spellbound
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| We are the death camp
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| Hey!
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| Hey!
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| Welcome to the sickest party you have ever known
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| We are the death camp
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| (Hardstyle!)
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| Hey!
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| We are the death camp |