| Gin, always the gin, always take one on the chin
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| The devil dogs and scorpions peel away and wear my skin
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| Smokeless flame, the common name
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| Less than the angels but more of the same
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| No paradise, the grateful will lay their claim
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| Whether the intentions are violent or just mundane
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| With the wind he disappeared
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| Confirming everything that I feared
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| The time passed is shown by the length of his beard
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| Solomon’s stance, dead on his feet,
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| aiting for termites to resolve his conceit
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| In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease
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| We are not Gods, that goes to us all,
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| But tonight I’m invincible to all who oppose
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| In the mountains, in the seas, in the air waits the disease
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| The djinn in this bottle, just don’t let him drown
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| Next lesson you swallow might be hard to keep down
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| Taste the penalty of the blazing fire
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| Taste the penalty, sing with the Devil’s choir
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| (horus)
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| Gin, always the gin, never thick and never thin
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| Thicker than blood, less than kin
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| The rattle trap night ends where it begins |