| See the day god let men shake hands
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| And aloud we meant to give birth
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| Is the day the devil stuck his flag in the ground
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| Declared it his turf
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| And at night he goes to sleep
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| But without cloths in his eye lids
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| Like a junky founded
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| Under the darks of conie island
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| And he promises to speak the truth
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| Then he lies again
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| (corus)
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| And aw it’s venomous yes, venomous yes
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| And no but were talkin' bout the devil
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| But have you come to expect
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| (have you come to expect)
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| See there is some kind of outside
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| But the sky has yet to tell us
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| And it just keeps on rainin' bricks
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| And we’ve forgotten our umbrellas
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| Well i guess it’s hard to see the devil
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| When he’s wearing face paint
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| If you think you’ll see him soon your bound to get impatient
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| You ain’t a saint cause you a sinner like us
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| You see their ain’t no proof that god exists but in god we trust
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| (corus)
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| Venomous yes, venomous yes
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| Lord its so venomous venomous
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| Venomous ye no ous
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| Venomous yes, venomous yes
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| Lord its so ven o mous yes
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| Venomous yea yea yea
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| He was spotted yesterday
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| Somebody sound that alarm
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| He was founded in his closet
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| With a needle in his a a arm yea
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| (corus)
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| Venomous yes, venomous yes
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| Lord its so ven o mous yes
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| Venomous yes, ven o mous |