| Out of the light into the black
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| He’s the king of Black Jack
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| Out of the Grave into the life
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| He’s the king of dancing the jive
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| Wild and dangerous he’s coming this way
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| Smiling and laughing it’s reaper’s day
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| Skulls and bones adorning the streets
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| Jumping around to the reaper’s beats
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| That’s the way of rock
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| That’s the way of selling your soul
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| Move your bones, there’s no chance
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| Move your corpse to the reaper’s dance
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| Out of the light into the black
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| The reaper’s dancing through the night
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| Like a howling wolf he’s on the prowl
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| Stepping the metal, doing the growl
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| Wild and dangerous he’s coming this way
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| Smiling and laughing it’s reaper’s day
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| Skulls and bones adorning the streets
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| Jumping around to the reaper’s beats
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| That’s the way of rock
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| That’s the way of selling your soul
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| Move your bones, there’s no chance
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| Move your corpse to the reaper’s dance |