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Big black wolf, clawing at your door |
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Dead mans hand, is crawling 'cross the floor |
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Witch on the horizon is brewing up a vex |
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Everyone in town is wondering who is next |
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Toothless tramp, is crawling through the mud |
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Turned in to the {living} dead, by puffer fish blood |
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The God of the sea, is swinging his trident |
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We stoke our, fires with the bones of tyrants |
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The city trudges on |
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Under a sky as |
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Grey as the mayors heart |
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Meanest man alive, lives for a hundred years |
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Town pedophile, bathes in little girls tears |
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Ghosts of old love, are blowing through the pines |
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Nicotine babies being born with no spines |
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Gather up the children, and lead them to the cliffs |
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The anchor has been cut, and we are all adrift |
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New plague is rolling, through the slums of old town |
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And the roaches move in, as the rats have all drown |
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The city trudges on |
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Under a sky as |
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Grey as the mayors heart |
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As grey as prison bars |
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As grey as a border fence |
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As grey as a chain |
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As grey as the mayors heart |
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As grey as prison bars |
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As grey as a border fence |
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As grey as a chain |