| Fuck off, what do you want?
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| Like a fistful of metal we hunt
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| We’re the bastards of your dreams
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| A mean machine, we always come clean
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| A mean pack of sinners, no saints
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| Sons of Satan, black is our paint
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| Warriors of Sodom, metal heads unite
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| We are the Rat Pack, won’t back for a fight
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| So sound asleep you wish
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| You were not on your own
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| We’re the devil in a black dress
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| Now look at the seeds we’ve sown
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| So sound asleep you wish
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| You were not on your own
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| We’re the devil in a black dress
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| Now look at the seeds we’ve sown
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| Fuck you and your holy crew
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| As if we would care or stay
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| We don’t want your bullshit here
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| We never cared anyway
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| So sound asleep you wish
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| You were not on your own
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| We’re the devil in a black dress
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| Now look at the seeds we’ve sown
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| So sound asleep you wish
|
| You were not on your own
|
| We’re the devil in a black dress
|
| Now look at the seeds we’ve sown
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| So sound asleep you wish
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| You were not on your own
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| We’re the devil in a black dress
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| Now look at the seeds we’ve sown |