| Ooh I’ve been rap tap tappin'
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| At the Devil’s door!
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| I’ve never been too good (Woo)!
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| But now
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| A knocking at my door? |
| Oh no!
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| I ain’t got time for you!
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| Row!
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| I wish I would have been told
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| I’d offended God-
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| I would have been much more careful
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| But the damage can’t be undone
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| I’ve enjoy myself-
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| Well isn’t that a shock?
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| Now they are I’m breaking down my door
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| And I’m worried about
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| What the devil’s in store for me?
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| Had a vision of a cross
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| Impaling my throat-
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| Oh wow! |
| Such power!
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| Well they got me on the floor
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| Looking at a shoe
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| But what did I do?
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| Open your eyes
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| It’s time now:
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| They finally figured it out!
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| (All I gotta do is…)
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| Row!
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| You must obey your master!
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| Row!
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| Your bones are breaking while you-
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| Row!
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| We should be going faster
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| Row!
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| The whip will crack your back now
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| Row!
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| Ten years ago today
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| Every one of us became a slave
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| But now we don’t mind
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| We just wanna see
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| The galley go
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| Just sit back and watch
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| The show
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| But the show is made of us
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| And I’m worried about-
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| (I'm worried about) —
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| What the future holds for me…
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| Row!
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| Chain me to the bow
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| Take away my phone
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| Flagellate my soul
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| Nowhere left to go
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| Screaming in pain they cry for home
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| But there’s nowhere to go
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| And nothing to do
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| But row-row-row
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| Row-row-row
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| We’re rowing nowhere fast
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| And God is on the wind
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| (But I can’t feel the wind)
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| So row, row, row
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| Row-row-row
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| Two thousand years of slaughter
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| Well we’ve only just begun
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| What a ball of fun
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| Row-row-row
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| Row-row-row
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| We never said that we would row
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| But now we’re chained
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| From stern to bow
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| Now row-row-row!
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| Row-row-row
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| Nothing left to do but-
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| Row!
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| You must obey your master!
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| Row!
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| Your bones are breaking while you-
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| Row!
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| We should be going faster
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| Row!
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| The whip will crack your back now
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| Row!
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| And everything you thought was true
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| And now you’re sittin' on the
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| Cemetary stone- you can’t move
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| I never said that I would row
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| It didn’t matter |