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Through the six-feet of dirt they |
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claim to hear the sound of the pouring rain |
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Saying it's me up here pissing on your grave |
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The stench of shit gathers more of flies to run |
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their mouths |
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Them brainless know not |
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what they're talking about |
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It's the outcome of severe inbreeding |
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Back then, now and always |
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you maggots will be crawling by my side |
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Keeping the flame of hate alive |
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Until the hell freezes over I will |
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be the cold thorn right there in your side |
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I promise you rain tonight |
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From behind them aliases |
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pathetically trying to point their gun |
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To me it's none for all and all for none |
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It must be hard without them brain cells |
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to try and understand |
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With empty pig-ass-eyes to make a stand |
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Hooray for the severe inbreeding |
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Back then, now and always |
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you maggots will be crawling by my side |
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Keeping the flame of hate alive |
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Until the hell freezes over I will |
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be the cold thorn right there in your side |
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I promise you rain tonight |
