| The strobe lights your eyes
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| as the d.j. |
| is hung up and crucified
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| and there you are in all your innocence
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| with your back against the wall
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| breaking hearts like commandments
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| I don’t mind waiting for you
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| there’s blood on the dancefloor
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| oh now what are you gonna do?
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| I don’t mind lying for you
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| about the bodies in the backyard
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| oh now what are you gonna do?
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| Satan go put on your blue dress honey
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| and lets do the tango
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| jesus go put on some elvis baby and lets do the chacha
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| satan lets toast to the armaggedon
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| you know that is all you
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| gandhi go pour a couple of whiskeys
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| you know you my nigga!
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| I think I’ve seen you on t.v.
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| where you’re selling the end of the world
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| you seem harmless enough to me
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| as my eyes glaze over into medicated sleep
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| Thank you doctor for these wonderful pills
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| I’m feeling so much different now
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| all suicidal thoughts are gone
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| and my new middle name is now optimistic
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| Just as the night fades into day mourning becomes you
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| as your worst nightmares come true
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| what will you do now that no one wants you
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| and your wildest dreams are all dying on your birthday
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| I want a frontrow seat to your technicolor funeral
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| I cant stop smiling as they’re lowering your body into the ground |