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Oh, ay! |
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Sneaking out on a Saturday night, |
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mommy thinks you know wrong from right, |
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As you're climbing out of the window, |
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something tells you to stop! |
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But the damn bid is luring you in |
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with a promise of succession sin, |
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you're afraid to step across the threshold, |
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but it's too late now! |
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Too late, oh! |
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It drags you in and slams you down! |
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It's discoevil toxic toast, |
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it's discoevil bringing roast, |
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it hollered steaming, |
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sweat, blood and screaming! |
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It's discoevil brutal sound, |
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it's discoevil lethal pound, |
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the searing lasers, |
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mirror balls with razors |
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The discoeeevil, la! |
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On the dance floor the passion dilates, |
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all the oil meat with blood lubricates |
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as your body gets torn and sunder |
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it's a signal that's turning you home! |
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You should go, but you don't wanna leave, |
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so you scream, |
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???????? need |
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the duality makes you wonder |
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It tastes like hell! |
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Hm, oh well! |
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Do you know you come back again? |
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It's discoevil toxic toast, |
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it's discoevil bringing roast, |
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it hollered steaming, |
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sweat, blood and screaming! |
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It's discoevil brutal sound, |
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it's discoevil lethal pound, |
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the searing lasers, |
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mirror balls with razors |
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The discoeeevil! |
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Oh, yeah, yeah! |
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Burn pins and needles, |
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the ultimate Saturday night, |
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kiss of the demons, |
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under the neon lights! |
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It's discoevil toxic toast, |
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it's discoevil bringing roast, |
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it hollered steaming, |
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sweat, blood and screaming! |
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It's discoevil brutal sound, |
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it's discoevil lethal pound, |
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the searing lasers, |
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mirror balls with razors |
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The discoeeevil, la! |