| Who’s this I have found lying on the street
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| The name means nothing he’s burnt and obsolete
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| He doesn’t look to good, his body smells like wine
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| Lives life with a poisoned mind
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| He just waits for the perfect time
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| To let his demon break out
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| My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the fall
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| All the wicked things I’ve seen, I must have done them all
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| An endless cast of victims, I have sacrificed
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| In the name of my sweet lord who offers paradise
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| Before I hang…
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| I’ll see the end of you all
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| Before I hang
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| I’ll see the western world
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| I’ll see the western world fall
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| Brainwashed, hypnotized
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| Since he was just a boy
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| M-16's, hand grenades are his only toys
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| He doesn’t think to clear, he’s sure to cross the line
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| Got his orders etched into his mind
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| Sits and waits for the perfect time
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| He’d rather die than give up
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| Before I hang…
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| I’ll see the end of you all
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| Before I hang
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| I’ll see the western world
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| I’ll see the western world fall |