| Sinful woman with me cause I’m the wolf on your shoulder
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| But complain not to me, Cause I’m the accuser
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| If you dare to withhold the immense power and the greed
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| You shall walk among us the subterranean fields
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| Why don’t you come with me
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| And dance the snakepit dance
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| Rhythmic moves to the eerie bell, The boiling blood
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| Evils breath on your neck, The morbid rite
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| I’m tied in bronze chains
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| (So) where do all the flowers come from (In October 1997)
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| I am tired, should I care anymore?
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| The rusty claws who reach for me are too far away
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| Sense no anger for that, Be at one
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| The sleaze on the Wall is all gone (anyway)
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| It’s just flowers, Flowers
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| Come, come let’s join the orgy
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| Decay and wine, Sodomy all the way
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| No rest for the holly
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| Forbidden fruit is always best
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| Drift’n filth tastes so good
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| I see the cross of Peter overwhelming their coward Countenance
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| Oh you’re so damned clean, Now take my dirty whore, hellfire Is inside her
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| Contaminate the clean, Woman, Let him feel you’re woman
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| It’s the only way to release the chains
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| My candle is burning at both ends, I just want to be released Before I go
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| It’s a harsh voyage, To the land of sin
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| I had to make sure to bring’em down with me
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| I am the lost of my kind I’m tied in bronze chains |