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Death Death (Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Evil, Evil, Evil, Evil Song) |
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Voltaire |
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My granny while on her deathbed, |
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She turned and said to me, |
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"Why must you view life so morbidly? |
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I tried to teach you right, |
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But somewhere I went wrong, |
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'Cause you sing those death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs." |
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When six pallbearers put her down |
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And laid her body in the ground, |
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My eyes were wet, my face was very long. |
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The pastor said, "Son, here you are. |
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Won't you please take this guitar? |
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Sing dear departed Granny one last song." |
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And I sang... |
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(Chorus) |
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs. |
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Hell, you know that's how I get along. |
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(The world is full of tragedy) so how can it be wrong, |
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Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs. |
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Well, I was shopping at Hot Topic |
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And I was walking out the door, |
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When two dumb jocks came up to me. |
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They said, "Hey fag, it ain't Halloween!" |
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And they kicked my lipstick to the floor. |
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And I sang... |
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(Chorus - The world is full of idiots) |
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Well, I went down to church on Sunday. |
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I sat up front in a pew. |
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The priest said, "Jesus and Mary, too! |
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Son, what the Devil's got into you? |
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Get up and sing a hymn or two!" |
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And I sang... |
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(Chorus - The world's full of hypocrisy) |
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I was invited to the White House. |
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The president pulled me aside. |
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He said, "Son, sing us a song of peace |
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For those evil-doers in the Middle East." |
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I rolled my eyes and kicked this rhyme. |
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I sang... |
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(Chorus - The world is full of Dubyas) |
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Well, then I died and went to Hell. |
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I could tell right away by the awful smell |
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That this was clearly not the pearly gates. |
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The Devil said, "Come here young man. |
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My wife and I are your biggest fans!" |
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So naturally I felt I had it made. |
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Well, then he reached into an iron chest |
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And he picked the tool that he felt was best. |
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And then he jabbed me in the schlong |
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With a pitchfork that had sharpened prongs. |
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He turned to me and winked and sang this song. |
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He sang... |
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs. |
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Yeah, I know that's how you got along. |
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I find your songs hilarious but now your soul's precarious, |
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Singing your death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs. |
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I'm just kidding, kid. Welcome to Hell, enjoy the buffet! |
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(Chorus) |
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs. |
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Hell, you know that's how we get along. |
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The world is full of sinners so how can it be wrong, |
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Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs |
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