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Crossed bars out the door |
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Stubborn run out through the town |
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Crawl cross beyond control |
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This body's gonna take you down |
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Move over till you walk |
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Black boulder will spit you out |
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Spend with me till the morn' |
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I'll tell you what it's all about |
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Wretched time! |
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Cross bar, over head |
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Keep 'em through the air |
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No time, no escape, caught through the stare |
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Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth |
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I'll plant you in the soil |
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And serve you just pedets |
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So loud! It's the end of the line |
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You breed your kind |
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But you wasted your breath |
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(Stampede!) |
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Trapped into the ground |
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(Stampede!) |
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Flattened by the sound |
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(Stampede!) |
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Burn you on the stove |
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(Stampede!) |
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And pulverize your grounds! |
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You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve |
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Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell |
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Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face |
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And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace |
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So loud! |
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It's the end of the line |
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You breath your? |
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But don't waste your breath! |
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You'll never win! |
|
(Stampede!) |
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Trapped into the ground |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Flattened by the sound |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Burn you on the stove |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
And pulverize your grounds! |
|
Crossed bars out the door |
|
Stubborn run out through the town |
|
Crawl cross beyond control |
|
This body's gonna take you down |
|
Move over till you walk |
|
Black boulder will spit you out |
|
Spend with me till the morn' |
|
I'll tell you what it's all about |
|
Wretched time! |
|
Cross bar, over head |
|
Keep 'em through the air |
|
No time, no escape, caught through the stare |
|
Still wear the parachute, drag you in the depth |
|
I'll plant you in the soil |
|
And serve you just pedets |
|
So loud! It's the end of the line |
|
You breed your kind |
|
[?] |
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But you wasted your breath |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Trapped into the ground |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Flattened by the sound |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Burn you on the stove |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
And pulverize your grounds! |
|
You're gone and disappeared through the bloody swerve |
|
Jab you, round you down to a moshpit straight from hell |
|
Neck you out the throne, rearrange your face |
|
And when you bottom out, it's a long way down from grace |
|
So loud! |
|
It's the end of the? |
|
You breath your? |
|
But don't waste your breath! |
|
You'll never win! |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Trapped into the ground |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Flattened by the sound |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
Burn you on the stove |
|
(Stampede!) |
|
And pulverize your grounds! |