| The night, the day, the dawn of dead, rising from the ground
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| It’s time to see the reckoning
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| You never had it all this cash in all this catch
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| Or a country of your own
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| The land that feeds the rest alone.
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| When there’s no room in hell the dead will walk the earth.
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| Just come alone and gather round just go and load another round
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| Till your gonna shake up your aim
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| till your’e gonna take up your aim
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| Cause one day son this will all be yours
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| I’m sorry for this mess.
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| The night, the day, the dawn of dead, view them what you will
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| A drop of blood could change it all
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| And soon the day will come my friend
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| The time to hand it on
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| So heres to solving our sickness.
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| When there’s no room in hell the dead will walk the earth.
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| Just come alone and gather round just go and load another round
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| Till your gonna shake up your aim
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| till you’re gonna take up your aim
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| Cause one day son this will all be yours
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| I’m sorry for this mess.
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| Just come and walk with the dead.
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| Dead.
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| Just come alone and gather round just go and load another round
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| Till your gonna shake up your aim
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| till your’e gonna take up your aim
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| Cause one day son this will all be yours
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| I’m sorry for this mess. |