| Riding with the living dead I’m riding high I’m riding free, yeah
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| The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene
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| So if you’re riding with me, your riding damned, free from the grace of god
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| Demoneyes yeah deamonlife, see with my eyes and keep yours shut
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| We all have beasts that dwell within, and I have set mine free
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| I’ve let loose my devil spree, to fill the emptiness in me
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| I’ve sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? |
| I’ve shaked his hand
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| I sold my soul and then time takes its toll, forever I stay damned
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| (REPEAT C.)
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| Burning as I feel the flames getting higher, will I become a victim of my own
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| desires
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| Still I’m more then satisfied, with my life, yeah the life of the wild side
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| As you carry on your pathetic existence, I’ll be my own god and master
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| And I’ll keep on spitting on your beliefs, and I’ll keep laughing at your
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| chosen one
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| (REPEAT C. x3)
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| Riding with the living dead I’m riding high I’m riding free, yeah
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| The thoughts that fill up my head are wicked and obscene
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| I’ve sold my soul to a carnal ghoul, the devil? |
| I’ve shaked his hand
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| I sold my soul to rock’n’roll, forever I stay damned
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| (REPEAT C.) |