| Gimme gimme bloodshed
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| Gimme gimme hell yeah.
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| Open your eyes sweet mary jane take a look around,
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| You’re miles away from anyone,
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| And no one can hear a sound.
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| Now you’re knock, knock, knocking on heavens door while,
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| You’re chained to a dirty floor,
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| Your sunshine just got lowered into,
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| Into an early grave.
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| Gimme gimme bloodshed
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| Gimme gimme hell yeah
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| Gimme gimme bloodshed oh yeah.
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| Yeah blood is red sweet mary jane and you know it’s trues,
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| It’s dripping from body now,
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| And it’s filling up this room.
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| And you scream, scream, screaming but no on hears a thing,
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| Cause you’re locked away,
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| Your sunshine just got lowered into,
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| Into an early grave.
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| Gimme gimme bloodshed
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| Gimme gimme hell yeah
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| Gimme gimme bloodshed oh yeah.
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| Now i, have a confession,
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| A love affair with smith and wesson,
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| Brutality is my obsession,
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| And i can never get enough.
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| Gimme gimme bloodshed
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| Gimme gimme hell yeah
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| Gimme gimme bloodshed oh yeah. |