| Mama gonna cry gonna steal their horse
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| So we gonna join a man in the hearse
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| Papa gonna die gonna steal their horse
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| So we gonna set fire to the woods
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| No grace, say the beast’s own name
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| Left hand up by the end of the day
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| Many gonna die where the sun don’t shine
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| When the servants have their way
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| Servants
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| Join us
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| Blood gonna flow, gonna steal their horse
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| So we’re making our way to the hills
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| God don’t know, gonna steal their horse
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| So we’re all gonna take our fate
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| There’s no grace, say the beast’s own name
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| Left hand up by the end of the day
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| Many gonna die where the sun don’t shine
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| When the servants have their way
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| Servants
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| Join us
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| Servants
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| Join us
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| Oh whoa
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| Oh whoa whoa
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| Oh oh whoa oh whoa
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| Oh oh whoa oh whoa
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| Now listen here, you can join us
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| Or you can die in the fire
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| No way that you’re coin-less
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| This is the end of the line
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| When the servants have their way
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| Many gonna hurt when they feel their burn
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| Cause we’re gonna join a man with the hearse
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| Many gonna hurt when they feel their burn
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| Because we gonna set fire to the woods
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| There’s no grace, say the beast’s own name
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| Left hand up by the end of the day
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| Many gonna die when the dead men fly
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| When the servants have their way
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| Servants
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| Join us
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| Servants
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| Join us |