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With Satan's hog, no pig at all |
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And the weather getting dry |
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We'll head south from |
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AltamontIn a cold blooded traveled trance |
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So clear the road my bully boys |
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And let some thunder pass |
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We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives |
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We're transmaniacon |
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MCBehind the pantry, behind the tree |
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The ghouls adopt that child |
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Whose name resounds forever |
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Whose name resounds on terror |
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And I'm no fool to call that hog' |
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Cause man |
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I remember |
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Those who did resign their souls |
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To transmaniacon |
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MCAnd surely we did offer up |
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Behind that stage at dawn |
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Beers and barracuda |
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Reds and monocaine |
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Pure nectar of antipathy |
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Behind that stage at dawn |
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To those who would resign their souls |
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To transmaniacon |
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MCCry the cable, cry the word |
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Unknown terror's here |
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And won't you try this tasty snack |
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Behind the scenes or but the back |
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Which was the stage at |
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AltamontMy humble boys of listless power |
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We're pain, we're steel, a plot of knives |
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We're transmaniacon |
