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...(Lyrically Inaccurate! / Not transcribed like the rest, 'cause I don't like this song, LOL)... |
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If the end be a comin' |
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I soon be a bummin' |
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All you Jesus freaks I hope you're wrong |
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I've got so much left to live for |
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All these religions without God's supervision |
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All you Jesus freaks you kill yourselves |
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All in the name of the Lord |
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You're gonna meet your maker |
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Soon he be comin' to town |
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You tear the horse a comin' |
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Mercy on your soul when you're found |
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Been out ridin' |
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Ridin' a horse called war |
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Ain't no denyin' |
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You can't bury a horse called war |
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All of this hatin' |
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Just social masturbation |
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All you Jesus freaks we need you now |
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What the hell are you waiting for |
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Through all the pollution |
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Ain't seen no solution |
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For you Jesus freaks that ride the horse called war |
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You're gonna meet your maker |
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Soon he be comin' to town |
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You hear the horse a comin' |
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Mercy on your soul when you're found |
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Been out ridin' |
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Ridin' a horse called war |
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Ain't no denyin' |
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You can't bury a horse called war |
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Everyone's talkin' |
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But nobody's walkin' |
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We keep feedin' |
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It keeps eatin' |
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We'll be down, down, down on the killin' floor |
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You're gonna meet your maker |
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Soon he be comin' to town |
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You hear the horse a comin' |
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Mercy on your soul when you're found |
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Been out ridin' |
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Ridin' a horse called war |
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Ain't no denyin' |
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You can't bury a horse called war |
