| We walk the streets alone
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| A paradise is lost
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| These heads all have a cost
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| The monster spies
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| We walk the streets alone
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| Broken the wounded lay
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| Sold lives are thrown away
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| There’s no remorse
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| Load up your guns, be sure to sharpen your knives
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| We’ll charge at dawn, and find where our victims hide
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| Aim for the neck
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| Or clean through the head
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| Fuck it
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| Don’t matter they’ll soon wind up dead
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| Shoot Straight
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| Now Your trigger finger itches for the sound
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| Shoot Straight Now
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| The pack splits open, fresh blood on the ground
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| You have shot true now you can claim your prize
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| Pose with your troops
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| The camera lens never lies
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| Just smile wide
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| Show off all your pride
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| Lift up your prey, that’s a quality hide
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| I refuse to call this sport
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| This is murder first hand
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| I deny your feeble claims that this makes you a man
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| Blood dances staining blades of grass
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| Lungs gasp for air, surely their last
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| The wretched
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| Overlook the scene, slowly closing in A child screams for the mother they love
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| They’re doomed to walk alone Forever walking alone These streets of hell.
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| A cowards call Innocent blood is on their hands Destroy them all Eye for an
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| eye, Slice off their heads I want to watch them burn |