| Gimme gimme sell your souls
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| I skin and strip you bold (ly)
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| My revenue ain’t yours
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| All means my way, I’m mighty
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| I clutch what’s mine, yours sevenfold
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| I leave you in the cold
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| Got all my schemes in place
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| You stifle in my maze
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| All you shysters
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| Seek shelter on the last day
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| While you laugh loud, disclaiming
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| As your dire end will come/dawn on you
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| Ah you.
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| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart
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| Unrest in ye must’ve been the devil in all of us
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| The saints are marching again
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| And harvest souls
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| They’re taking every single one
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| The saints march again
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| And harmony
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| Is here, ye can go testify
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| Don´t you dream you´re ever safe
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| I ll get you in your grave
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| Go molest your heirs with my
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| Sleight of hand attorneys -I
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| Profit at your dear expense
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| Cash in, perform my prance
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| Relinquish and lose what you
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| Toiled for, anyway
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| All you shysters
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| Seek shelter on the last day
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| While you laugh loud, disclaiming
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| As your dire end will come/dawn on you
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| Ah you.
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| Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart
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| Unrest in ye must’ve been the devil in all of us
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| The saints are marching again
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| And harvest souls
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| They’re taking every single one
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| The saints march again
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| And harmony
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| Is here, ye can go testify |