| We’ll make us some money
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| Make the world look funny
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| As they glance through a burning asshole
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| Down to the castles of the vampire dreams
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| You know the Frankenstein I am
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| Mean man in a can
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| Goin' down on that lonesome road
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| Where nobody goes, it’s a terrible thing
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| It’s just a peace in your heart you know
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| It’s just the peace in your heart
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| You’re playing like a part
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| Of another world, someplace somewhere
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| «If I started murdering people, there’d be none of ya left»
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| «If I started murdering people, there’d be none of ya left»
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| You’ve got Christ on twice
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| Got the rivers on boats
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| And then you’re floatin' down the stream
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| You coughed him up a can
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| And you threw away the man
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| And then you flagged him on down again
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| Way down in the Devil’s Hole
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| He was down with the soul
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| Where you do what you’re told
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| Or you die and you never get back again
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| In your mind, I can shine
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| Way beyond thought
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| Dreams on the sky said to fly
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| Beyond everything you ever thought a dream
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| «If I started murdering people, there’d be none of ya left»
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| «If I started murdering people, there’d be none of ya left»
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| «If I started murdering people, there’d be none of ya left»
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| «If I started murdering people, there’d be none of ya left»
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| «If I started murdering people, there’d be none of ya left» |