| Well there’s a fire atop that mountain
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| And a blood spitting fountain
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| Watching God shake the Earth like they’re clearing off a rug
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| Rid the Earth, rid the Earth of these whores and these thugs
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| If we don’t start gritting our teeth, we’ll sink into the mud
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| Well there’s a fire atop that mountain
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| And a blood spitting fountain
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| The ocean spills itself onto every living soul
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| Washing us over from North to South Pole
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| If we don’t start gritting our teeth, we’ll sink into the mud
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| If there’s a God, he’s left and gone away
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| We will rise up through the rubble and decay
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| Watch the Earth reclaim what is rightfully hers
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| And the vines will cover what is scattered, what is burned
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| Well your mama ain’t gon' bail you outta this one, son
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| I hate to break it to you but your time is up and done
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| Well there’s a fire atop that mountain
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| And a blood spitting fountain
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| Watching God shake the Earth like they’re clearing off a rug
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| Rid the Earth, rid the Earth of these whores and these thugs
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| If we don’t start gritting our teeth, we’ll sink into the mud
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| If we don’t start gritting our teeth, we’ll sink into the mud, yeah
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| If we don’t start gritting our teeth, we’ll sink into the mud |