| Dead man coming
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| I’m a motherfucking freight train
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| Hellraiser // runaway
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| Bodysnatching // bangarang
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| Fuck the world
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| But all the while the world was fucking me
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| Thought I was walking tall
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| But I was only walking sideways
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| Time would turn sour
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| What once was sweet
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| Hour after hour
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| All my virtues abandoned me
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| All the sex, Drugs, Rock-and-roll
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| Broke my spirit and it stole my soul
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| I was a hellbound hellhound caught in a trap
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| You see the devils stole my rock n roll
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| And now I gotta take it back
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| Sex! |
| Drugs! |
| Rock-n-roll!
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| Broke my spirit! |
| Stole my soul!
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| I was a hellbound hellhound caught in a trap
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| You see the devil stole our rock-n-roll and punk rock took it back
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| I hate these people fuck em all
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| Just let the fucking hammer fall
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| Every cog in the machine
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| All facets of anatomy
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| And every link to which would cling some stupid bitch who would proclaim
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| «our lawlessness is not our shame but the anthem of our day»
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| See man is but a cultured strain of insincerity and pain
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| Shackled to an anchored chain in the ocean of our shit and shame
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| With every reason to abstain from understanding we’re to blame
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| This self-indulgent masquerade will one day fade away
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| If complacency was crowned our king in the place of burning zeal
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| Why is it then the flame within our hearts refused to yield?
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| And could it be collectively the «we» we were before still lives within the
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| flame that’s dimmed on account of something more
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| And if that something were to call would we still recognize at all
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| The voice inside or would our pride distort the author’s story?
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| Abandon hope who enter here
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| No eyes to see, nor ears to hear
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| A chasing after all the winds of
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| Fortune, fame and glory
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| Why do I give a shit where people stand?
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| I know I should just let it go but I can’t
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| (Can't, Can’t, Can’t)
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| Stomach these pretenders
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| Ear benders
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| Bending the truth till it suits you better
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| You want it all?
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| Just remember, bitch will give you anything
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| If it’s your soul you sell her
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| All work, no play
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| Makes Jack want to blow it all away
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| All work no fun
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| Til Jack makes Jill eat a bullet from a gun
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| Seldom will sorry dissemble the soul
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| Can a questioning self continue to grow?
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| Spirit is to man as marrow is to bone
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| To hollow the one is to cripple to whole
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| A time to love
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| A time to hate
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| A time to build
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| A time to break
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| A time to weep
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| A time to laugh
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| A time to mourn
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| A time to dance
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| A time for war
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| A time for peace
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| A time for silence
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| A time to speak
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| A time to hurt
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| A time to heal
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| A time to save
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| A time to kill
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| Now pick yourself off of the floor and fulfill what I built you for
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| Dammit you’re malfunctioning you weren’t created to destroy
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| I called you out from all the world to lead the son of man
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| Now take my hand and make your stand against the evil one
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| And burn the motherfucker down
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| Devil-woman in the black jacket do you remember me?
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| When we were prisoners in empathy and I caught you dancing in a whirlwind of
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| rhythm and energy
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| Shaking your ass to the melody left inside your heart
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| Pushing me forward, pulling me back
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| And we were begging for a second start
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| We were too young having fun we couldn’t count the cost
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| You don’t want to make an enemy out of me
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| (Cause I’m a mean motherfucker when I want to be)
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| You don’t want to make an enemy out of me
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| We were young having fun we couldn’t count the cost
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| Oh baby but it cost us everything we had
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| I’ve got no time for another lover baby
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| Lady misery has really got a hold on me
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| I’ve got no time for another lover baby
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| And three’s company so baby pack your shit and leave
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| How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time?
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| How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme?
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| Can we truly be content to be between the lines?
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| Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?
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| How can a fighter find his purpose in his peace time?
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| How can a poet preach without the reason in his rhyme?
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| Can we truly be content to be between the lines?
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| Or does destiny define us when we choose our side?
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| Through fear and death
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| Hurt. |
| Drink. |
| Sing. |
| Sleep. |
| Pray. |
| Preach. |
| Repent. |
| Repeat |