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Broadcasting From Beyond the Grave: Death Inc.

Good evening
You’re listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave
Tonight’s chilling episode: Death Inc.
Ow!
Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow?
Radio-you're burnin' like a star in a black hole
Did you get the memo?
Pretty typo Romeo
Cutting you up like a Van Gogh
You’re not fucking with us
We’re not fucking with you
So you can fuck yourself
And your puppet suit
You’re the wizard of flaws
We’ve got nothing to lose
So you can fuck yourself
And your little dog too
Yeah you can fuck yourself
We’ve got nothing to prove
We are the weirdos
In your stereo
Disco freak show
Death Incorporated
We are the weirdos
In the microphone
Supernatural
Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah
Don’t belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah
Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah
Don’t belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah
Death Incorporated
Do you feel like a psycho?
Dirty needle rodeo
Painting your disease like a digital Picasso
Feelin' so bad that nobody’s gonna need you
Spinnin' in your grave but nobody’s gonna hear you
We are the weirdos
In your stereo
Disco freak show
Death Incorporated
We are the weirdos
In the microphone
Supernatural
Death Incorporated
Hush little baby, go for a ride
We’ll take a little trip to the afterlife
Hush little baby, bump in the night
Demon in the daylight
Shadow in the limelight
From beyond, yeah
Don’t belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah
Drop the bomb
We are the weirdos
In your stereo
Disco freak show
Death Incorporated
We are the weirdos
In the microphone
Supernatural
Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah
Don’t belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah
Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah
Don’t belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah
Death Incorporated
Let’s go!
Until next time
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