| One, two, three, four!
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| Well, I've got a fever, a non-believer, I'm in a state of grace
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| For I am the Caesar, I'm gonna seize the day
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| Well, call of the banshee, hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey
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| As God as my witness, the infidels are gonna pay
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| Well, call the assassin, the orgasm, a spasm of love and hate
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| For what will divide us? |
| The righteous and the meek
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| Well, call of the wild, hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey
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| Well, death to the girl at the end of the serenade
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| Vendetta, sweet vendetta
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| This Beretta of the night
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| This fire and the desire
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| Well, shots ringing out on the holy parasite
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| Well, I am a killjoy from Detroit, I drink from a well of rage
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| I feed off the weakness with all my love
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| Well, call up the captain, hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey
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| Well, death to the lover that you were dreaming of
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| Well, this is a stand-off, a Molotov cocktail's on the house
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| You thought I was a write-off, you better think again
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| Well, call the peacemaker, hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey
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| I'm gonna send you back to the place where it all began
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| Vendetta, sweet vendetta
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| This Beretta of the night
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| This fire and the desire
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| Well, shots ringing out on the holy parasite
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| Well, now the caretaker's the undertaker
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| So I'm gonna go out and get a peacemaker
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| This is a Neo Saint Valentine's massacre
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| Well, call up the Gaza, hey hey, hey hey hey hey hey
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| Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
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| Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
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| Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade
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| Well, death to the ones at the end of the serenade |