| Hey kids, let's go to church!
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| No more false idols
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| Revolt, revolt, revolt
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| No more false idols
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| For we are the ones, they are afraid
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| Remain in the earth, dirt fillin' up my hearse
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| When I die, bury me like ten more feet beneath
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| So if I come back from the dead I'll be trapped, and you'll get to keep the peace
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| Leave me be or just please leave me deceased
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| Screamin', "I want to be free and released!"
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| Screamin', "I want to be free of defeat!"
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| Lace up my cleats and I fucking retreat
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| I really could use some more of that sleep, but I'll sleep when I'm dead in a bed with the tags on my feet
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| At least let me wear my FTP's
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| The evidence right next to me
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| Chalk outline, the rest we'll see
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| He's dead so let's just let him be
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
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| Hover around us like the dying and buried
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| All of these crows and all of these vultures
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| Doves do cry when you die
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
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| Hover around us like the dying and buried
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| All of these crows and all of these vultures
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| Doves do cry when you die
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| Ridin' on the Northside, yeah, the far side
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| Hit the 7th Ward, might get frostbite
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| On the day I die, leave me be in the sunlight
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| Let the vultures feast on what's left of mine
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| Almost lost my mind, but let me come back down to earth
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| This the year of my rebirth, pop right back out of a hearse
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| Right before I hit the dirt, watch me burn
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| What is left of me then let the crows burst
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| Ain't no church in the wild, but my church six feet in the dirt
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
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| Hover around us like the dying and buried
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| All of these crows and all of these vultures
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| Doves do cry when you die
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| Scarecrow and Ruby da Cherry
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| Hover around us like the dying and buried
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| Release the fucking doves, and I'll shoot them one by one!
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| All of these crows and all of these vultures
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| Doves do cry when you die |