| You’d never imagine us bringing a loaded gun to the ballroom
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| This party is about to kick off
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| Tonight is the wrong night
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| The devil’s own are only starting up the first round of the fight
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| So hang on tight
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| Dear mother
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| The needle is jabbing the womb draw back and release this child of disease
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| This mob is a riot
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| The outlaw youth are only emptying the first round of the night
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| 'cause everything’s not alright
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| I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
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| Wool over our eyes
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| Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
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| Wearing your disguise
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| It’s pretty apparent this boy is a curse
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| The christ of the moment so blow him away
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| Hey come on
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| And take the new number if you’re next in line
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| Then kid I got a really big fucking surprise
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| There won’t be a next time
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| I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
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| Wool over our eyes
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| Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
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| Wearing your disguise
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| I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs
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| Wool over our eyes
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| Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands to mouth
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| Wearing your disguise
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| I suppose you thought you, I suppose you thought you
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| I suppose you thought you put the wool over our eyes
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| I suppose you thought you, I suppose you thought you
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| I suppose you thought you put the wool over our eyes |