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Hello! |
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Have^ you ever thought^ as the hearse goes by |
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That^ you may be the next to die? |
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They wrap you in a big white sheet |
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And then they burry you eight feet deep* |
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And then |
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Your casket^ begins to leak! |
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Ah ha!* |
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The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out |
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The worms play pinochle on your snout |
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Your liver^ turns a slimy green |
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And pus runs out like big whipped^ cream |
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Your eyeballs, they turn to cherry red* |
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And that's what you look^ like^ when you are dead |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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Hold your head up high |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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Look God right in the eye |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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If anyone could do it, I could! |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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And ask God "Who's gonna pay for the blood?" |
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Who's gonna pay for the blood? |
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Trials and tribulations |
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Oppressed and made ashamed |
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Life for land, death for kingdom |
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You've just changed your name |
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False prophets in their armour |
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Destruction at their feet |
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Onward Christian soldiers, |
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Marching to the beat |
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Marching to the beat |
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Beat |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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The church of Man is lost |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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Gonna take it to the Boss |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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Twisted 'round and 'round and 'round |
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Storm the gates of heaven, |
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Children of the Lamb |
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Children of the Lamb |
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Traveling tabernacles |
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Armed with spears and guns |
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Power of persuasion |
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Run, you heathen ,run |
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Bound in false conversion |
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Mourning night and day |
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Carcass of the jackel |
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On your knees and pray |
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On your knees and pray |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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Knocking at your door |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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The truth and nothing more |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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How my heart has cried |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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And I'll meet you in the sweet by and by |
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In the sweet by and by |
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I was there at the Inquisition |
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I was there at the witchcraft trials |
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I was there when they murdered Montezuma |
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And they destroyed the Aztec empire |
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Using God's name to murder |
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and to steal other people's land |
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Using His name to persecute |
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And take away the freedom of Man |
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And take away the freedom of Man |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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Raise your heads up high |
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Storm the gates of heaven |
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Look God right in the eye |
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If anyone could do it, I could, you could! |
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We could storm the gates of heaven |
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and ask God, "Who's gonna pay for the blood?" |
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Who's gonna pay for the blood? |
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Who's gonna pay for the blood? |
