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Lyricist: Suicidal Tendencies
Lyrics:
Mike Muir/Mike Clark)
Fuck it! Hes a carrier of death, a stork in reverse He blesses you with sickness Cause love is a curse The arsening in your Koolaid, the bomb in your mail, He disappears in motion But leaves a bloody trail
CHORUS Drop to your knees, humble you pray But cant put off your judgment day
Theres a knock at your door, who could it be? You got a new friend thats gonna set you free Hes making a list, hes checking it twice No amount of moneys gonna stop this vice
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No mercy, no mercy, no mercy. You want mercy? No fuckin mercy! Oh no With the wink of an eye, a snap of the finger Now the smell of death is all that lingers A doctor of death with a PhD, a specialist in pure misery
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See you fucked with him even though you knew And now your worst nightmares all come true You scream and shout you beg and plead But hes got your soul and thats all that he needs
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Hes the master, master of no mercy, no mercy, no mercy --------------------------------------------------------------------------
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