| The king is dead, all hail the king
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| The Holy ghost, the light within
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| Angels and demons in the wings
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| The truth is whispered in the wind
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| The night is young, my cup is full
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| The candle lit
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| I dropped the jewel
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| I did the math, at Sunday school
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| The clown in class, some played the fool
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| Who fanned the flame?
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| Who sprayed the fuel?
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| Who gave him the rapier that made him duel
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| The martyr died
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| For all of y’all
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| Came back to life, answered the call
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| I’m gonna' be the next in line…
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| I’m ready for my bread and wine…
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| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried
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| For eternal life
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| (Billy Green is alive!)
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| Bag of flesh
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| Reproduce
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| Read the news, what’s the use?
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| Steady on the stool when I knot the noose
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| In the reaper’s shoes
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| (Checkmate)
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| Your bishop ain’t got the juice
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| (Lay off)
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| You should have a spot on Jools
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| I’m dropping jewels
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| Who am I?
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| Can I place a value on human life?
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| Just another bust nut from a fuck up
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| Better hush up
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| Body washed up
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| On the side of the sewer side
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| He left a note, suicide
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| And I quote, «This one’s for you
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| Goodbye.»
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| No stars in the polluted sky
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| Picture in the black mirror blew your mind
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| No more drinks to pour, zoots to light
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| But him in a box in a suit and tie
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| It was all based on a stupid lie
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| The illusion of freedom
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| But who decides?
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| Changing of the guards
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| A new bloodline
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| A day to remember in future times
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| Olive branch extended
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| Received in kind
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| Some kind of psychic who reads your mind
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| So believe in the word
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| You can see the signs
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| Saviour of the world
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| Billy Green’s alive!
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| I’m gonna' be the next in line…
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| I’m ready for my bread and wine…
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| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried
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| For eternal life
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| (Billy Green is alive!)
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| I’m gonna' be the next in line…
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| I’m ready for my bread and wine…
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| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried
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| For eternal life
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| (Billy Green is alive!)
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| Pray with me by candlelight
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| Bow your head and close your eyes
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| Hands together unified
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| If you believe he’s still alive
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| If you believe he’s still alive
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| Billy Green is still alive!
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| Pray with me by candlelight
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| Bow your head and close your eyes
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| Chant these words with me tonight
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| As we receive eternal life
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| Do you believe he’s still alive?
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| Billy Green is still alive!
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| Can a kid get a little slice
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| club with a little ice
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| No love, just bare eyes
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| Ain’t my fault you can’t visualise
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| You let the shit start
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| Tell me what did you give ya mind? |
| Zilch
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| Look at all this shit we could have built
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| But talking all big like they’re standing on stilts
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| Ground feels stable till it tilts
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| The shit starts rolling down from top of 'em hills
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| But who’s at the bottom?
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| Same [?} that’s used to the problems
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| Used to addiction
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| Used to the robbing
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| Used to the answer, you can’t stop him
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| When there’s demons in your yard it reduces your options
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| Billy Green told me
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| 'Life is but a dream, homie
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| You play your part
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| Then you exit the scene slowly
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| No one wants to be lonely
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| So be phoney."
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| But no one spared a thought for Billy
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| Where did he go?
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| Billy’s alive
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| Billy survived
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| Billy is risen
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| Walking to the beat of the drum
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| Keeping the rhythm
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| Keeping the secret with him that keeps seeking oblivion
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| Anywhere you find the lust, Billy is with 'em
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| Drugs don’t work no more
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| Too low to get high
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| Billy Green is alive
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| Believe in the word
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| You can see the signs
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| Saviour of the world
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| Billy Green’s alive!
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| A shoulder to cry on in times of despair
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| So now let us bow our heads in prayer
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| Can you feel the force of the ghost in here?
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| (Yeah!)
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| Can you feel the force of the spirit in the air?
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| (Yeah!)
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| I’m gonna' be the next in line…
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| I’m ready for my bread and wine…
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| I’ve bled, I’ve sweat, I’ve cried
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| For eternal life…
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| (Billy Green is alive) |