| I did not break the law
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| Jesus Christ told you that two thousand years ago
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| You don’t understand me, that’s your trouble
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| Not my fault because you don’t understand me
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| I don’t understand you either
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| What do you wanna call me a murderer for?
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| I’ve never killed anyone, I don’t need to kill anyone
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| I think it!
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| I got something to say
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| I killed your baby today
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| And it doesn’t matter much to me
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| As long as it’s dead
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| It’s time for Helter Skelter, let’s get it poppin' like seltzer
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| Got to drop on Terry Melcher, the weltcher
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| He blew his chance, now let the karma set in
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| Manson ordered me to dead 'em
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| And get the money to finance Armageddon
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| Electric excitement and dread, apocalyptic darkness
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| Put you to sleep like a narcoleptic cryptic carcass
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| Perverted bastard, the masses will never grasp it
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| Lyin' around naked fuckin on lysergic acid
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| I need a favor it’ll take nerve
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| «What will I do, I’m here to serve?»
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| Get filthy, kill for me — I’ll kill for you!
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| Take the girls, go to Cielo Drive with guns and knives
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| Murder everyone, gruesomely, leave no one alive
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| Here’s a list of instructions, bring rope and blades
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| Cut the telephone wires with bolt cutters before you invade
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| Don’t use the gate, cause of the alarm system
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| Bring a change of gear, wear dark clothes
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| Then burn em after the mission
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| Here’s how I want it done, kill 'em, mutilate 'em all
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| Put the eyeballs on the mirrors, write messages on the wall
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| Here’s a .22 Buntline, pistol for the frontline
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| Use the knives when possible, it’s just about crunch time
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| Score the speed piled into the car with the chicks
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| Ready for a wild night of triple six, torturous deeds
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| Help dismemberment and crime my trigger finger’s itchy trembling down my spine
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| Remember to leave a sign, something WITCHY! |