| Life’s turned its back on you and your spare minutes are few
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| And your problems are eating your time
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| You’ve got distorted view, so now what are you gonna do
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| When you’re still at the end of the line
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| Grab it ! |
| Your life by the throat it is yours to live day by day
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| Kick it ! |
| The treacherous rat who is stealing your future away
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| Train yards, roads, and highways
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| I hear them calling my name
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| From the city lights to Valhalla’s fires
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| Count me in I’m still in the game
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| Break your rusty chain, go paint another train
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| Skate that shit it’s time to ignite
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| No pain, no gain, we destroy — not entertain
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| Start a band and join the good fight
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| Grab it ! |
| Your life by the throat it is yours to live day by day
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| Kick it ! |
| The treacherous rats who are stealing your future away
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| I raise the dead with a forbidden chant
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| Backhand slap you to life, bred, born, left, fed, suffocated, backstabbed,
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| blood red
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| Dagon media, they’re gonna feed on you
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| Sinister minister of the crimson empire of liars
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| Bodies of the infidels, purgatory fires, burned on sacrificial pyres
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| Optical wires embedded in the heads of his admirers
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| Assembly of the dark gods |