| Every hero has a weakness… a dark persona or a secret freakiness
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| A Waterloo or and Achilles' Heel
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| A hidden urge they always feel
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| If I could pick a poison for myself
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| I would change my vice to something else
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| But I guess I’ll the same I’ve been since I was born
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| One minute Dr. Jeckyll, the next I’m Mr. Thorn
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| 'Cause every night I get uptight and have to fight this feeling inside of me
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| I try… but can’t deny… that deep inside… their voices are calling me
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| I close my mind but still I find they’re still inside
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| And every time I hear that siren song
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| Then I belong to the Whores of Babylon
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| Built for speed, built for pleasure
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| The Ladies of Hades, Satan’s treasure
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| The choice confection of my evil twin
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| Debauched and depraved, conceived in sin
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| Nothing like a piece of young and tender meat
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| Nothing else tastes quite so sweet
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| But even if it’s served exactly right
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| I still can’t eat the same thing every night
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| 'Cause every night I get uptight and have to fight this feeling inside of me
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| I try… but can’t deny… that deep inside… their voices are calling me
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| I close my mind but still I find they’re still inside
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| And every time I hear that siren song
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| Then I belong to the Whores of Babylon
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| And the Ladies of Hades sing
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| Lucifer
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| Beelzebub
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| Mephistopheles
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| They always lead me into temptation and sordid sorts of recreation
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| If give in, if I succumb
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| I’d never, ever, ever, ever get a damn thing done
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| Built for speed, built for pleasure
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| The Ladies of Hades, Satan’s treasure
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| No matter what I do they won’t leave me alone
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| I changed my number then I finally had to disconnect the phone |