| Bachanalian desert heathens
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| Instigate the stormy seasons
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| Tombstones and scarlet letters
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| Revenge as sweet as candy
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| I’ll play the cards they’ve dealt me
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| Vagabonds in flesh tuxedos
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| Cannibals feed like mosquitoes
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| On hardened skin like leather
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| Apocalyptic weather
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| Rains down on sinful pleasure
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| Now go forget the pangs and moans
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| As blood drips down the stone
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| The road comes to an end
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| And we toast the Devil’s friends in Babylon
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| Who’ve long since traveled on
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| Name the price and sacrifice your soul
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| Whiskey springs and eager lovers
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| Charlatans and jealous brothers
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| Inebriate me once forgotten
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| Harlots warm under covers
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| Forget the dead like others
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| In the season of the witch
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| The dead leaves and the naked trees
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| Haunting chill that fills the air
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| Brass bands lead the procession
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| Foul notes fuel the progression
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| And now we’re staring at the sun
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| Drunk under jealous gods
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| The road comes to an end
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| And we toast the Devil’s friends in Babylon
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| Who’ve long since traveled on
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| Name the price and sacrifice… |