| Here comes the woman, with the look in her eye
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| Raised on leather, with flesh on her mind
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| Words as weapons, sharper than knives
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| Makes you wonder, how the other half die? |
| Other half die
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| Makes you wonder, wonder, wonder
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| Here come the man, with the look in his eye
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| Fed on nothing, but full of pride
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| Look at them go, look at them kick
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| Makes you wonder, how the other half live
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| The devil inside, the devil inside
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| Every single one of us the devil inside
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| The devil inside, the devil inside
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| Every single one of us the devil inside
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| Here come the world, with the look in its eye
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| Future uncertain, but certainly slight
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| Look at the faces, listen to the bells
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| It’s hard to believe we need a place called hell, place called hell
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| Here comes the woman, with the look in her eye
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| Raised on leather, with flesh on her mind
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| Words as weapons sharper than knives
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| Makes you wonder, how the other half die
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| The devil inside, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The devil inside, yeah, yeah, yeah |