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I think I'm radioactive, gentlemen prefer bombs |
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Holy smoker in the black chair |
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Setting of the smoke alarm |
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There's a killer down in Detroit |
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He had no face but left a name |
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Call me god just like you mean it |
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Cause now the world is mine to blame |
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The world is mine, the world is mine |
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The world is my world, the world is my world |
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The world is mine, this is my world |
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Dark places in a dark heart |
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And now it's pouring acid rain |
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I'll take a sentimental journey across my wrist to leaky veins |
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Well I can take you I can make you |
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You know it's down to us or them |
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Call me god this time you mean it |
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Cause I'm rising up again |
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Sex for sacrilegious priests, hypocritcal jesus freaks |
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I'm an angel's son with a loaded gun |
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I'm on a mission of mercy |
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I'm a killer, I'm a gun for hire |
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You're a sinner |
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And I'm the god of hell fire |
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(chorus) |
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Call me god, I'm the lord |
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You call me god, cause it's my world |
