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Wildfire at the discotheque |
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At Sasquatch Carnage |
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That's where the saucers wreck |
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It makes no sound |
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It makes no sound |
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As it's stomping the ground |
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In retreat |
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Got you hauling |
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As the heat |
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Driven to mauling |
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Eye wire trip to manifest |
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Area haunted |
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As the sky runs rapid black |
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Blood red run |
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Blood red run |
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Of the phantom sun |
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Feel the teeth |
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Crush into skull |
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Rotten helmet of meat |
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You find yourself captured |
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Yet ready to leave |
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Knocked down (rotten) |
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Knocked out (rotten) |
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Out cold with the death lock taking hold |
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High tide of the big grotesque |
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That metal mother |
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Descends to interject |
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It makes no sound |
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The flames get strange |
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As it's touching down |
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Feel the heat |
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Rush into skull |
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Rising retreat |
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You find yourself captured |
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Yet ready to leave |