| So I sing this blackmouth blues
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| And eat the scythe to pay my dues
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| Down the throat like the sweetest of lies
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| But time has come for me to die
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| The hearse is fueled, the path is set
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| A hollow grave is all I’ll get
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| Got a dustcrown to wear
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| A villain vow no intruder could swear
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| So I sing this blackmouth blues
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| And eat the scythe to pay my dues
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| Down the throat like the sweetest of lies
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| But time has come for me to die
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| The path is set
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| There’s nothing like a trail of blood
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| To find your way rack home
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| Crimson footsteps on a snow white soul
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| Deathaddiction on the go
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| This is the blackmouth blues
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| A stain upon my black suede shoes |