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Who's this I have found lying on the street |
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The name means nothing he's burnt and obsolete |
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He doesn't look to good, his body smells like wine |
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Lives life with a poisoned mind |
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He just waits for the perfect time |
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To let his demon break out |
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My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the fall |
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All the wicked things I've seen, I must have done them all |
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An endless cast of victims, I have sacrificed |
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In the name of my sweet lord who offers paradise |
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Before I hang... |
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I'll see the end of you all |
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Before I hang |
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I'll see the western world |
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I'll see the western world fall |
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Brainwashed, hypnotized |
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Since he was just a boy |
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M-16's, hand grenades are his only toy |
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He doesn't think to clear, he's sure to cross the line |
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Got his orders etched into his mind |
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Sits and waits for the perfect time |
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He'd rather die than give up |
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Before I hang... |
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I'll see the end of you all |
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Before I hang |
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I'll see the western world |
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I'll see the western world fall |
