| Dig your grave and bash your head.
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| Dance away anorexic dread.
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| These young limbs are for the taking.
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| Tender hearts are for the breaking.
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| Twist and turn this life you live
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| Cutting hips with pointy ribs.
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| Leave me a sweet bedtime kiss
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| With green alcohol on your lips.
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| Chorus:
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| Skin and bone driving home,
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| Be sure to meet me at nine alone.
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| Come and meet us down the street
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| In this dark debauchery.
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| Chorus
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| You’re so sick you drank too much,
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| Don’t drive you’re way too drunk.
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| You’ve been drinking too much alcohol.
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| Someone is going to fall.
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| The sight of blood is on your teeth
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| And it’s scattered on the street.
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| Left two scars on my hand,
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| Memories in the black van.
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| I hear his voice, Mr. Murphy.
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| Bela’s undead and were in a hurry
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| To escape, we are lost souls
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| Found in every place.
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| Chorus (2x)
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| You’re so sick you drank too much,
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| Don’t drive you’re way too drunk.
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| You’ve been drinking too much alcohol.
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| Someone is going to fall.
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| Chorus (2x) |