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Mammoth to man morbid to god it's coming to take them away |
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Coming in sight viewing in fright say goodbye to today |
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Collecting the living collecting the dead |
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It matters not what you are |
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The hearse has arraived so step up inside |
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And into a world so bizarre |
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Everyone rides no one denied the hearse has no mercy for you |
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No one can plead no one can beg nothing is all that you can do |
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Created by god to take them from earth |
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And to a place their home built from dirt |
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Shrieks from the hearse!! |
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Shrieks from the hearse!! |
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Leaving them waiting for their demise they stand all alone |
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And look the skies, to the skies!! |
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Brought unto us, god's own dark curse, |
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Why must the die? |
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Shrieks from the hearse..... |
