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To take the newly undeceased |
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I was the softened gaze upon a child of God |
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And the sky was full of teeth |
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Anticipating that sweet release |
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I was the little engine that could |
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I was a courtroom bomb-sniffing dog |
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[Chorus] |
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And the blood collector collected blood and the cannibals all sang |
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Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lang |
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They found a weird calling card |
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In a puddle of body parts |
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Inside a bowl of angel hearts |
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That the children were eating |
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I was a vampire hunter |
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I was a pregnant mother |
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I was a tear shed for the ones that die believing |
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[Chorus] |
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Thunderdome, broken home |
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Everybody dies alone |
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I wanna give a shout out to the innocent by-standing |
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And out the corner of my eye |
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Coming out from a teeth-filled sky |
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With eyes as red as a dog's asshole when you see it shitting |
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I saw the children of God |
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As they walked on slovenly by |
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The USB ports in their arms were bleeding |
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And the blood collector collected blood and the cannibals all sang |
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I think I can |
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I think I can |
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I think I can |
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Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lang |
