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Don't tell me what you've done' |
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Cause I don't wanna know |
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You say, it's not so hard |
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Just let your conscience go |
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You're flashing me that politicians grin |
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You got your image squeaky clean |
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You've such a fetching smile |
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But my, what sharp teeth |
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We're going to hell, we're going to hell |
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We're going to hell, we're going to hell |
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So show me some remorse |
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Show me a little guilt |
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Don't tell me we're just animals |
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Awaiting our next kill |
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I've been disciplined by religion, by fear |
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So I can't quite seem to keep my thoughts pure |
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I've a hunger for the deviant |
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And a thirst far worse |
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We're going to hell, we're going to hell |
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We're going to hell, we're going to hell my friends |
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So what's that something sinister inside |
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We act so civilized, devils in tuxedos |
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Our sordid hearts are far too hard to hide |
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What's that 'neath the floorboards? |
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Boom, boom |
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Boom, boom |
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Boom, boom |
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We're going to hell, we're going to hell |
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We're going to hell, we're going to hell |
