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My Daddy's got a shotgun |
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An arsenal of human disease |
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He taught me how to shoot |
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To trigger the double barrel monster |
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An invitation to downfall |
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A shiny error in evolution |
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The kid of the new world |
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Killed the day he was born |
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Such a sick boy walking the streets |
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Yeah, on the streets, he's walking |
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Walking with a shotgun in his hand |
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He's walking, walking with a shotgun |
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On his violent rampage! |
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Dark shades reflects society |
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Murder boy walks into system |
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Loaded with adrenaline and melted mind |
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One, two, three, four bodies waving goodbye |
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- Goodbye!!! |
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A storage of backwards knowledge |
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Where pain comes easily |
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Where defense is to kill! |
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Now he bleeds like the rest of them |
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My Daddy's got a shotgun |
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An arsenal of human disease |
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He taught me how to shoot |
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To trigger the double barrel monster |
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An invitation to downfall |
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A shiny error in evolution |
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The kid of the new world |
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Killed the day he was born |
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Such a sick boy shot himself in the head |
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Such a sick boy shot himself in the head |
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I said, such a sick boy shot himself in the head |
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Just another dead boy dancing with the dead |
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Yeah, with the dead, he's dancing |
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Dancing with a hole in his head |
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He's dancing, dancing with a hole in his head |
