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Shoot from the back |
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And take good aim |
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Make sure I'm dead |
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Bang Bang |
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'Cause I'm a rat |
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There's no mistake |
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Under the bed |
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Where you sleep |
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Crush the skull |
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And make me tame |
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Sweep it up |
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Hide it away |
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No morals shown |
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In no way explained |
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Stupid human |
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Shit for brains |
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And draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves |
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Bag and burn, bang, bang |
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Throw your judgments across the breeze |
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Bag and burn, bang, bang |
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You live inside your Jesus dream |
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Bag and burn, bang, bang |
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Bang Bang |
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Get some sleep |
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Or lie and wait |
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Until the day |
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I burn away |
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Forget the corpse |
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Present the case |
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To bring me down |
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And lose your word |
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I'll follow you |
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Into the grave |
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And at the gates |
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I see the passing say |
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"The judge be judged, |
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and all the wretched be saved." |
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I throw my curse |
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All across your days |
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And draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves |
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Bag and burn, bang, bang |
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Throw your judgments across the breeze |
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Bag and burn, bang, bang |
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You live inside your Jesus dream |
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Bag and burn, bang, bang |
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Bang Bang |
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And draw tiny pictures in all the dead leaves |
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Throw your judgments across the breeze |
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Watch them float off to never be seen |
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And live inside your Jesus dream |
