Gimme gimme sell your soul
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I skin and strip you bold(ly)
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My revenue ain't yours
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All means my way, I'm mighty
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I clutch waht's mine, yours sevenfold
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I leave you in the cold
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Got all my schemes in place
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You stifle in my maze
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All you shysters
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Seek shelter on the last day
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While you laugh loud, disclaiming
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As your dire end will come/dawn on you
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Ah you..!
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Possesed, in your mask, and a dirty heart
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Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us
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The saints are marching again
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And harvest souls
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Taking every single one
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The saints march again
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And harmony
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Is here, ye can go testify
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Don't you dream you're ever safe
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I'll get you in your grave
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Go molest your heirs with my
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sleight of hand attorneys - I
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Profit at your dear expense
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Cash in, perform my prance
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Relinquish and lose what you
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toiled for, anyway
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The Saints
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| Helloween |
