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Lyrics:
Curtain call cadaver, crowded neighborhood The train just rolls on by, I bid adieu
Speak of evil, worship what you will Come and chop their heads off, right We have had enough, we want your flesh
We wait
The devil comes to town Hide your kids away They might find themselves a world away
Martian, there it be Bring her brain to the sort your DNA A pale white horse collides straight into me
We wait
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