| Time is a thief, death is a whore
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| Fear is a parasite, nothing more
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| All these things put into play
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| A natural slide into decay
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| Everything ends
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| Everything dies
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| Not my job to question why
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| In our circle, on our own
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| Nothing more than home sweet home
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| All that I ask
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| All that you pray
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| Don’t make a difference when you come my way
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| I am vanity laid to rest
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| Trying to make you look your very best
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| Who does every filthy job
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| Who does all the things you hate to see
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| I will send you to the void
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| I survive eternity
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| The Bronx Casket Company
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| Forgive me father for I am sin
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| Faith and hope won’t let me in
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| If I beg, if I plead
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| I will poison the cup of their belief
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| Why would you struggle
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| When will you learn
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| Prayer won’t help as the temple burns
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| Meet your maker, get in line
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| You look like hell, you’ll be just fine
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| Time is a thief, death is a whore
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| Working together that what friends are for
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| Follow that tunnel, follow that light
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| Be forewarned that they could bite
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| You won’t see me as I follow
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| You will be the last to know
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| Torn out pages, broken chapters
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| Life and death joined at the seams
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| This is the way it always ends
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| If you’re with me, you’ve reached the end
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| Lonely days
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| Lonely nights
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| Dead by day
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| Dead by night |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BCC / Sweet Home Transylvania , by - The Bronx Casket Co.. Song from the album Sweet Home Transylvania, in the genre