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There's a creature coming born |
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Of your pagan blessed |
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There is thunder coming down |
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Around your head |
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Ride the fire now momma |
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Thunder's come again |
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A soul to flame and rain down on ya |
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Red rider said |
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The hills are running red |
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Better hide under your bed |
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Hide your children mother |
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Thunder red |
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The hills are turning red |
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Get on your knees and beg |
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Thunder red's a-coming |
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Thunder red |
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You're reaping nothing more |
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Than your shamelessness |
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Then sew it all together |
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When he comes |
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Ride it down now momma |
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Fire's come again |
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Come to claim the souls to blame and |
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Riding off with them |
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The hills are running red |
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Better hide under your bed |
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Hide your children mother |
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Thunder red |
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The hills are turning red |
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Get on your knees and beg |
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Thunder red's a-coming |
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To get you red |
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Fathers and nuns, nowhere to run |
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Four horsemen riding on the wind |
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Momma hide your sons |
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Daddy get your gun |
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Four hooves of thunder's come again |
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Oh, run red |
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Red thunder's coming home |
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For your blamelessness |
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And rolling you forever in your dust |
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Ride the fire now momma |
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Thunder's coming again |
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Ain't no time to hide and cry, get |
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On your knees and beg |