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Throw your hands in the air, this is a robbery |
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And release the bats in fact I think they're onto me |
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Your pretty face is going to hell |
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That's what Iggy Pop said before they learned how to sell |
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Fake rebellion, you're not a hellion, you're not E-V-I-L |
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I can tell from the smell of burning rock stars |
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That are stacked up in piles |
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Take a picture and don't forget to smile |
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I'll give you five splats up on the Blood Splat Rating System |
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In cased you missed 'em, that's the one from '95 |
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It's got stories of rat boys and kung fu inside |
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The rules are all breaking before they're getting written |
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The blood from your fingers got your grip slightly slipping |
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It's okay 'cause we're all going down trouble's always brewing |
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'cause there's one in every town |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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Take a rock from the dead king's crown |
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You're feeling at home when you're in a ghost town |
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So disappear and here's the last warning, lay down your head |
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Close your eyes, you'll feel better in the morning, light at |
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The end of the tunnel is a train, relax your head and shut off your brain |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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This is a horror show, real horror show |
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Blacklight thriller disguised as a killer not feeling sick but |
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Always getting iller, things get erratic when the beats get mathematic |
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Turn up the guns 'cause they're always shooting static |
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Yeah, I invented it but you resented it, everything I own |
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That's right, you're only renting it |
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You want to rock 'n roll, how deep you want the soul |
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I got the shovel so tell me can you dig it? |
