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/ | Soveriegns | \ As the shovel speaks unto the ground,
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/ | Bell | | \ Hands that cannot build must steal.
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/ / | | / \| |_ With love to Ma Bell.
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/ / |__| / | \ \
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/ \ | ||__\ \ Issue #7 By Flatline and Dr. No -
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/ \ | \ Deep from the dead,
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\__________________/_________ /__________/ there rises..
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TOMBSTONE - By Flatline
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A Tombstone is where I live
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And a Casket is my bed
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My covers are but my skin
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And my blood -- no longer red
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Death is just an image
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Which to everyone seems bad
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Except for the flies and maggots
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Nothing is really sad
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The dirt is only insolation
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And the grass is there for a look
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The sky is colored blue
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And the moon is in a hook
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And as I lay here waiting
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With something poking at my eye
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Now I know the truth....
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There is no life after you die....
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Disco Ball of Terror - By Flatline
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Spin, spin, spin
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Spin it again
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Blades 'a slashing
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Lights 'a flashing
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Pain and screams 'a flying
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The DJ flies from his table
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Your pigment turns white in fear
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Running for the exit just near
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Falling, Falling, FAlling
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The pavement breaks the fall
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Must find that evil disco ball
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Smoke fills the room
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Need to change those Fruit of the Looms
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Your Worst Dream is now here
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Flip on the lights
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YOUR FEAR IS NO MORE!!!
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Straight Jacket - By Flatline
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Caught in a coat
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Dressed in white
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Can't get out
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I'm not sick
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I'm not mad
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Straps on back
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Arms getting tired
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Arms getting stiff
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Can't get out
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I'm not mad
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I'm not sick
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POP, POP
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Out of joint
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Slip on through
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Just one more
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I'm not mad
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I'm not sick
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I'm FREE....
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No Fear - By Flatline
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Knuckles whiter than fear
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The wound is slowly healing,
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On my shirt it starts to smear
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And I have this awful feeling....
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Like my victim is very near
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I am God in my mind
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Like the slaves' overseer
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I smell flesh -- A white man's kind
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In my sights -- I'm hunting him like a deer
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The taste in my mouth dries
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I come close and whisper in his ear
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"Look into my deadly eyes"
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Push him down and spill his beer
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Cut his throat and watch him scream
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Now he has no fear....
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Worried - By Dr. No
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There is no use, I'm an oddity.
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I like strange things, I do things even stranger.
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People wonder about me,
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but I'm not worried.
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My dad is a very forceful man.
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Nice when he's quiet,
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mean when he's not.
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I think he likes to toture people's minds.
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It's probably a side effect of the military,
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but I'm not worried.
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We've lived in a dozen different places,
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from the Land of Sunshine to the North Pole,
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to a place where you can't understand what people
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say without a little book.
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We liked all those places, yet hated them somehow.
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We live here now and will probably move again,
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but I'm not worried.
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Who would want a little wretch like me?
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Maybe I'll find out some day.
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Hidden beneath this shell of a good me is a demon,
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waiting to come out.
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I have tried to summon him many times, but to no avail.
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He will come some day,
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and I'm not worried.
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Even though I'm not worried, I am in fact.
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I think about these things when I am locked in my room,
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listening to music and staring at the ceiling.
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There I think wonderful thoughts, and terrible ones.
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There I worry.
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| Soveriegns Of Bell Issue # 7 |
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