| You’ve been holding fire while I’m inside the gun
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| Someone here’s a liar but that stuff’s been dealt with
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| Oh, ho
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| I’ve been biting my lip, you’ve been grinding your teeth
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| I’ve been sucking my tongue, you’ve been breaking off pieces
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| Of yourself and feeding them to me
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| Oh, ho
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| The ground is being ripped by an army of moles
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| I’ve been given a tip that they’re taking the whole world over
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| But you hide under cannibal sheets and saying it’s eating you up
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| Their tiny little teeth have never been enough for your tastes
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| Oh, ho
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| Well I was playing drums in a psychedelic band
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| 'Till the singer got hip-hop
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| The bassist was damned
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| To hell, the only thing we did that you could understand
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| Was a song about a gun pointing at a man
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| With the head of a mole and beaks instead of eyes
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| Someone here’s a liar but that stuff’s been dealt with
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| Oh, ho
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| Twelve eyes of evil fixed on you
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| Blades chopping your body, boy, what you gonna do?
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| 'Cause the devil’s gotta eat when he’s up to his tricks
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, six, six
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| Nobody’s dying, no-one goes to heaven
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| Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
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| Twelve eyes of evil, twelve eyes of evil
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| Twelve eyes of evil, twelve eyes of evil
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| Twelve eyes of evil fixed on you
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| Blades chopping your body, boy, what you gonna do?
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| 'Cause the devil’s gotta eat when he’s up to his tricks
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, six, six
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| Nobody’s dying, no one goes to heaven
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| Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven
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| Twelve eyes of evil, twelve eyes of evil
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| Twelve eyes of evil, twelve eyes of evil
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| Six, six, six, six… |