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The boy's got a head
like an atom bomb Hang him from a cross like the number one son And he's been waiting so long to get it on The boy's 15 but he's 16 gauge Wants to get out of his Jesus cage He's already torn out the last page It's the latest rage Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they need Kill your god Kill your god Kill your TV The boy's purified by the quitter gods Burning up his cross like a revelation And his glass jaw opens Like a puppet head Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they need Kill your god Kill your god Kill your TV This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear You are what you should fear This is what you should fear Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Violence for the people Give the kids what they need Kill your god Kill your TV Kill your god Kill your TV Kill your god Kill your TV |
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| 2:55 | 
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| 3. |
| 3:38 |
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out on your feet standing 8, standing, 8
you can't look to me when you sealed your own fate it's one to four and you're half way there i can tell from your face your and blank stare that there ain't nothin' going on upstairs and the state that you're in is despair it ain't rare that your eyes are seeing double it's par time for the course 'cause you know you're in some trouble one - check the eyes for some vision two - I seem to sense indecision three - you're getting weak in the knees four - crying please baby please five - begins the loss of the brain cells six, six, six - and you go to hell seven - you ain't looking so right eight - it's too late that's the end of the fight out on your feet standing 8, standing 8 out on your feet standing 8 so what went wrong, you were so strong where's the flow in your show must been something, but i don't know you fly like an eagle, but you die like a dove it seems to me that your name is mud blood on the canvas painting a portrait a slice of life and the fact that you're unfit but you kept steppin' and gettin' your wreckin' it seems like awhile but it only took a second was that right? was that the left? was it the jab? or was it this hook? it's undisputed, but who did the damage do you think you can manage are you in or are you out? now there was a time when your mind was you mind it's a desperate state i find when you're holding up the peace sign your name to the contract to get yourself some combat but won't that start bringing about decision you've got a choice, much due respect or beat into submission... |
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| 4:55 |
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| 4:25 |
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| 4:10 |
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| 10. |
| 3:33 |
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Creature core you can't ignore
I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah A wrestling you can't break free We're the livin on your breath yeah Meet the creeper diggin deeper Meet the creeper yeah Yeah I see the dead in your eyes I transform in the skies Stabbin out the city's crowd Like a dagger fallin on your baby Thrill of the kill I know you will Feed the monster and the lady Meet the creeper diggin deeper Meet the creeper yeah Yeah I see the dead in your eyes I transform in the skies Creature core you can't ignore I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah A wrestling you can't break free We're the livin on your breath yeah Meet the creeper diggin deeper Meet the creeper yeah Yeah I see the dead in your eyes I transform in the skies Meet the creeper ahhhh Meet the creeper ahhhh Meet the creeper ahhhh Meet the creeper |
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| 11. |
| 3:40 |
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Through the door it slithers in,
Accompanied by it's peers. Always groveling for attention, While no one really hears. In it's mind it's full of wit And quite the social king. It plants itself among the rest, To give it's deadly sting. It's just a matter of opinion. Further now there's a man of taste. Of talent and precision. To work and strive at his artform. Has been his life's decision. The stage is set. the perfect show Is put before the mass. Only to be ridiculed By some slimy, pompous ass. It's just a matter of opinion. |
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| 12. |
| 2:58 |
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I think I want my money back
This isn't what I thought it would be This isn't what you promised me So I think I change my mind I think we ought to get it back to where we should of started from I know I should of been upfront but I can't help myself Oh can you steal it Deal it Feel it with your hands on my back If I could change your mind I'd be just fine, but you won't change mine and you get what coming to you and I get mine So lets get back to where we should of started from I know I should of been upfront, but I can't help myself Oh can you see it read it feel it with my hands on your back If I could change your mind I'd be just fine, but you won't change mine and you get what's coming to you and I get mine so lets get back If I could change your mind I'd be just fine Yeah it's the money Yeah its the money that i want It's the money Yeah it's the money that I want It's the money Yeah it's the money that I want It's the money yeah it's the money that I want |
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