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Thieving villain in my house |
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You've come to rob me blind |
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Weren't careful, I've found out |
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And now it's time to grind |
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Drag you down unlighted steps |
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Across the sodded floor |
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Bind your limbs in leather straps |
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And close and lock the door |
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There's no court or judge for you |
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There's no hope for appeal |
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You've been caught and sentenced to |
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Grind beneath the wheel |
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Eyes adjust in torchlit gloom |
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A chill sets in your bones |
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A guest in my most private room |
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New grain for my mill's stone |
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Struggle tight against the bonds |
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Beg mercy on your soul |
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I turn the crank and sing my song |
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The wheel begins to roll |
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There's no holy man for you |
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There's no final meal |
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You've been caught and sentenced to |
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Grind beneath the wheel |
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You're screaming now, the curses come |
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The begging, then the tears |
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I save this pleasure for the ones |
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Who've robbed me all these years |
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Feet are crushed and mashed and you |
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Begin to howl and squeal |
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You've been caught and sentenced to |
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Grind beneath the wheel |
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You're a thief condemned and you will |
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Grind beneath my wheel |
