| Yes, I am from the Peppermint Tribe
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| Where people come and then they die
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| To hail me, oh, hail me
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| With tomahawks of candy cane
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| We split their heads and eat the brains
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| Hail me, oh, hail me
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| All the while I see your face is turning
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| Hold your fire while the clock keeps ticking
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| Talk of Jesus, still your pain won’t end
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| Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying
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| Slippin' through, time’s slippin' through your hands
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| With guns of chalk we write our names
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| We wrote the book, we author pain
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| Hail me, oh, hail me
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| The TV speak in murderous rhymes
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| The clues we leave and hope you’ll find
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| Hail me, oh, hail me
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| All the while I see your face is turning
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| Hold your fire while the clock keeps ticking
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| Talk of Jesus, still your pain won’t end
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| Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying
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| Slippin' through, time’s slippin' through your hands
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| Hold your fire while the clock keeps ticking
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| Talk of Jesus, still your pain won’t end
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| Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying
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| Slippin' through your, slippin' through your hands
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| Yes, we come from the Peppermint Tribe
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| Where losers come to fix their mind
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| To hail me, oh, hail me
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| With giant walls are sugar made
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| We close you in and build the grave
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| Hail me, oh, hail me
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| And all the while I see your face is turning
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| Hold your fire while the clock keeps ticking
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| Talk of Jesus, still your pain won’t end
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| Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying
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| Slippin' through your, slippin' through your
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| The witches dancing inside their caves
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| The people all go insane from the Peppermint Tribe
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| From the Peppermint Tribe, from the Peppermint Tribe |