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So you think you got it made |
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Standing so close to the stage |
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Hear the sound like a battering ram |
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But what you don't know |
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Is Jag Panzer's got control |
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And the power is all in our hands |
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Yes, as decibels raise |
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Your eardrums will split |
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Like fire from hell and the grave |
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With vengeance and malice |
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We'll yell and we'll scream |
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Our violence evolves from the stage |
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So I'll give you my body |
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To do what you want |
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I'm boiling with passionate flare |
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You know it's controlled |
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But not for very long |
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Take your soul with my deadly stare |
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Death Row |
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Your standing in the Death Row |
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Ringing inside your head |
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Death Row first seven rows |
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Death Row |
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Louder till we raise the dead |
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So keep raising your hands |
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Oh you're such loving fans |
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We're headbangers, one and all |
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I'm aiming to please |
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Bring you down to your knees |
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You've suddenly lost all control |
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Death Row |
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Your standing in the Death Row |
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Ringing inside your head |
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Death Row first seven rows |
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Death Row |
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Louder till we raise the dead |
