| We want you, to take a good look at what we do
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| Not the type that you can see right through
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| Cuz you never know what we might do (uh huh uh huh)
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| I see the global orbits of time warps and forests of darkness before us
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| Orchids turnin' grey from what I bring out of my medical tray
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| Perpetuate Prevail Wonder and the alphabet is the predator and the prey
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| Don’t let 'em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the boys room
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| Spoken in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum
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| The war ship I dock is the property of His Worship,
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| It’s awkward when we talk about morbid conditions,
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| Vividly described from this side of the lie detector
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| Siphon nectar from the blossom, natural toxin, approach with caution
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| Blow flames in blue light they dance on the oxygen
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| Lost again in space? |
| Allow us to demonstrate how it all generates
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| From motors to engines, machine guns to hand grenades, renegades of vengeance
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| Swollen Members, Battleaxe Records
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| I have the omnipotent gift to lift the crowd, without havin' to speak too loud
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| I’m confident my crew can keep them out when I’m…
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| «lookin' in your eyes»
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| Monarch and an Anarchist, I smoke nicotine, he smoke cannabis
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| An' sip on Bombay Sapphire, I drink Jack Daniels
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| He thinks things through, I react
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| Mediocracy’s not possible, opposites attract
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| AC/DC, Back In Black Sabbath,
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| Agatha Christie, cars named Christine
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| Hard to deal with agin' when you still feel 15
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| Combat stance, tarantula, this approach is soft but deadly
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| Come in low, slow, and kill you gently
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| We some monsters in concert
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| The sharpest, flyin' in on magic carpet
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| Try to off us and end up in coffin
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| I’m awfully raw, you can tell I’m off when
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| «I'm lookin' in your eyes»
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| The dagger gather, you’re all invited
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| Mouth of the black hole, Poseidon could dive in
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| An' die from the diamond cut, raisin' it up
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| As if we’re not amazin' enough
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| Dine on the braggart, time to push forward
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| The more words the better, heart line beats jagged
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| Electric green, pesticides, mustard gas and mustard greens
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| That’s what it must have been
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| We like muscle cars, not bar stars
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| No Singapore slings, we swing at the hardball
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| Hardcore, used to sleep on cardboard
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| Tell your folks that it ain’t no hoax when I’m
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| «lookin' in your eyes»
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| We want you to take a good look at what we do |