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Check it See the day |
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God let men shake hands |
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And aloud women to give birth |
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Is the day the devil stuck his flag in the ground |
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Declared it his turf |
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And at night he goes to sleep |
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But without closing his eye lids |
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Like a junky found dead |
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Under the docks of coney island |
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And he promises to speak the truth |
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Then he lies again (Chorus) |
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And aw it's venomous yes, venomous yes |
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And no but were talkin' bout the devil |
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What have you come to expect (Have you come to expect) |
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See there is some kind of upside |
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But that sky has yet to tell us |
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And it just keeps on rainin' bricks |
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And we've forgotten our umbrellas |
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Well I guess it's hard to see the devil |
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When he's wearing face paint |
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If you think you'll see him soon your bound to get impatient |
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You ain't a saint, you a sinner like us |
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You see there ain't no proof that |
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God exists but in |
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God we trust (Chorus) |
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Venomous yes, venomous yes |
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Lord it's so venomous venomous |
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Venomous yes |
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Venomous yes, venomous yes |
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Lord it's so venomous yes |
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Venomous yea yea yea |
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He was spotted yesterday, |
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Somebody sound that alarm |
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He was found dead in his closet (With a needle in his a a arm yeah) (Corus) |
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Venomous yes, venomous yes |
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Lord it's so ven o mous yes |
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Venomous yes, ven o mous |
