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Song: | See You Next Tuesday |
Album: | The Dead Walk | Genres: | 9 |
Year: | 2006 |
Length: | 195 sec |
Lyrics:
I said run. And you won't be able to see me because you'll be bleeding from the eyes. The thought of your genitals makes me sick and I bet you could fit five cocks up that ass. Why don't you just strap a mattress to your back? These are the last days of the rest of your life. Next time I want a better excuse - dropped like a bad habit. I wash my hands of you all. My slate is clean. And I'll be smiling all the way to the bank. Face down, ass up; I want to destroy something beautiful. By the end I want everyone dead. By the end I'm going to be the only one standing. Not even your children are safe.
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