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((___)) ((___))
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[ x x ] cDc communications [ x x ]
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\ / presents... \ /
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(` ') (` ')
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(U) (U)
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[DRI] Dirty Rotten Imbeciles [DRI]
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CROSSOVER
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by Swamp Ratte'
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>>> A CULT Publication......1988 <<<
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-cDc- CULT OF THE DEAD COW -cDc-
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--FIVE YEAR PLAN
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I lose you win
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I lose you win
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I lose you win
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I lose again
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But you're on my five year plan
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Your time will come
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When you least expect it, expect it!
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The five year plan
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You fucked me over
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You did me wrong
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You know why
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I wrote this song
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(CHORUS)
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Until then I'll just pretend
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That you are still my friend
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But in the end your time will come
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When you least expect it, expect it
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(CHORUS)
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I don't forget so easily
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No, I'm not so quick to forget
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(CHORUS)
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I hold a grudge
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I live for revenge
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(CHORUS)
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I win you lose
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I win
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--TEAR IT DOWN
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Fighting this society there's only
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One way to win
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We must stick together through
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All thick and thin
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Cross over the line of
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Your stubborn closed mind
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Don't be surprised at what
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You might find
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Things you thought wrong may have
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Always been right
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You'll probably find fault
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In your reasons to fight
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You really don't differ from
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What I can see
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Ain't it time to unite or is it just me?
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Just as we watch them
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Build this empire
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So they shall watch us tear it down
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If not with our words then with
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The power of our sound!
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Fighting this society there's only
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One way to win
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We must stick together through
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All thick and thin
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Cross over the line of
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Your stubborn closed mind
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Don't be surprised at what
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You might find
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We are the future so
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Let's get things straight
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Combine our forces
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Before it's too late
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Fighting ourselves
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Can't go on any longer
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We must fight together
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If we want to grow stronger
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We can tear it down
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We must tear it down
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We will tear it down
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--COFFIN
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A coffin is ugly
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A coffin is sad
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Destined to be
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One's last pad
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To lay in as a corpse
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For the rest of your life
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In another coffin, of course
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Next to you, is your wife
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A coffin is lonely
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A coffin is bad
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The shape of seclusion
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A coffin is sad
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--PROBATION
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They set the rules
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They want me to break
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Take all my money
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Set me straight
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Then they confine me
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Make me check in
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Analyze my piss
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Ask me where I have been
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They send me to classes
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They say I've been bad
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Take some more money
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Prove to me I've been had
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And they'll keep on trying
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To straighten me out
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And the more that they try
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The more I doubt
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This system of corrections
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That they put me through
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Hasn't brought about change
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But this is nothing new
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--I.D.K.Y.
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Look into my eyes
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Tell me what you see
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Amplified starlight
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Pure energy
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You cringe from my power
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Go home and take a shower
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I am intelligent life
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You are less
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Look into my heart
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Tell me what you feel
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Pain and agony
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From a horrid ordeal
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You flee from my sadness
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Finding no gladness
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I can handle it o.k.
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You really can't
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Look into my mind
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Tell me what you think
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Of the mange and madness
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Of a missing link
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You stiffen and turn sour
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Descending from my tower
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You fall and turn away
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You are mine!
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--DECISIONS
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You ask me questions I can't answer
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Give me problems I can't solve
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Other suggestions I can't respect
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Is there anything at all?
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You give me reasons for your ideas
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All the facts behind your thoughts
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Tell me of your observations
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And count the number of my faults
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I hide a smile, I wear a frown
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Always wanting to play the clown
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I make my plan, I lose a chance
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As I perform a long death dance
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Life or death, it's all straight up
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Make my choice and throw it up
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Shot glass full, down the hatch
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My mind's made up
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No second chance
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--HOOKED
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You're tied down
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You're locked up
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You've got no way out
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You're broke down
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You're fed up
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Your lungs start to shout
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You're wincing
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Convulsing
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You're aching with pain
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Gasping for breath
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And you're feeling insane
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Hole after hole just proving your point
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Point after point just digging your hole
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Slow digging with a spoon
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HOOKED
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You're hooked on a drug
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That's controlling your mind
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Hocking your soul
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For that measly last dime
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You're dragged off
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And thrown in your
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Own padded cell
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You've reached end of rope
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At bottom of well
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Yellow-black arm hole
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Of eager junk acceptance
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Thin steel prick cums in your arm
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I see you fall over and over again
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Hanging on to nothing you thought
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Was a friend
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--GO DIE!
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You're bothering me
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For anything free
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Why can't you see?
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I'm out on a limb
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My nerves are stretched thin
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You really don't win
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GO DIE!
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You seriously ask
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For my autograph
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I can't help but laugh
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Just leave me alone
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Why can't you go home
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A brain you don't own
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GO DIE!
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Following me around
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Just like a lost hound
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And you're bringing me down
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I tell you goodbye
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And you ask me why
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GO DIE!
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Guess I'm just shy
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--RED LINE
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Way past overdrive
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Full on redline
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No easing up
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Your life's flying by
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Pushing and passing
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Yourself you've just passed
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First over the finish
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You still come in last
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Face turned to stone
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Your eyes owl wide
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No easing up
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More speed is your high
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Look and feel
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Twice your age
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Grinding in your silent rage
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Dying at
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Twice the speed
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Yet not enojugh to
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Quench your need
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--NO RELIGION
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Won't see me on my knees
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Take my soul and save it please
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Ten Hail Marys for my sin
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Paying heaven to get in
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Got no money for your basket
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A million times you can ask it
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Find your Bible far too odd
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Ain't got time for your God
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I've made my decision
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Don't want your religion
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No more church bound prison
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Or Jerry Falwell television
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Don't forget he's coming back
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So put your dollars in the stack
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The second coming's getting close
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So pay up now and get the most
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Form a line for all to pay
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And do the same next Sunday
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Step right up and clean your soul
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Single file, young and old
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(CHORUS)
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Wash your brain, a strange obsession
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You're an angel post confession
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Holy book tells right from wrong
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Last donation, overdrawn
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--FUN N' GAMES
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Step on mine, I'll step on yours
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Take what's mine, I'll take what's yours
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Bleed on me, I'll spit on you
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Inconsideration
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Part of the game
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Voted rules
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Are always changed
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Plans are made
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But rearranged
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And only one thing
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Stays the same
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Yell at me, I'll yell at you
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Push on me, I'll push on you
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Fuck with me and I'll screw you
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I turn it up, you'll turn it down
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I speed up, you'll slow down
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And you'll reject what I accept
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(CHORUS)
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You stay healthy, I'll be sick
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You dominate but you've been tricked
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Think it's over, it's just begun
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To you a nightmare, to me it's fun!
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--OBLIVION
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The day has come
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The time is near
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For all to end
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It's true, it's here
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It's all over now
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No way to stop
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The button's been pushed
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The bomb's been dropped
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The city is melting
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The sky burns red
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The ocean is boiling
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We'll soon be dead
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Death has come knocking
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The door's open wide
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He's let himself in
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No place to hide
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A tidal wave of power
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Coming over the hill
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A great wall of thunder
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Swooping down for the kill
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Leveling, destroying
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Everything in its path
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Just seconds left now
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Till we feel its wrath
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(CHORUS)
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People run rabid
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From the great blast
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The Beast is upon us
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It's here at last
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The streets echo screams
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Filled with fear
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All through the universe
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But no one will hear
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Hey hey...my eyes are dead and the file's done.
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...this is probably the first file of the year...aren't you glad you read it?
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Amazin'... -S. Ratte'
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(c)1988 cDc communications by Swamp Rat 1/1/88-32
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All Rights Worth Shit
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