[Mad Child & Rattlesnake Jones]
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We want you, to take a good look at what we do
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Not the type that you can see right through
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Cuz you never know what we might do (uh huh uh huh)
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[Prevail]
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I see the global orbits of time warps and forests of darkness before us
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Orchids turnin' grey from what I bring out of my medical tray
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Perpetuate Prevail Wonder and the alphabet is the predator and the prey
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Don't let 'em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin' in the boys room
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Spoken in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum
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The war ship I dock is the property of His Worship,
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It's awkward when we talk about morbid conditions,
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Vividly described from this side of the lie detector
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Siphon nectar from the blossom, natural toxin, approach with caution
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Blow flames in blue light they dance on the oxygen
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Lost again in space? Allow us to demonstrate how it all generates
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From motors to engines, machine guns to hand grenades, renegades of vengeance
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Swollen Members, Battleaxe Records
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I have the omnipotent gift to lift the crowd, without havin' to speak too loud
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I'm confident my crew can keep them out when I'm...
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"lookin' in your eyes"
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[Mad Child]
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Monarch and an Anarchist, I smoke nicotine, he smoke cannabis
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An' sip on Bombay Sapphire, I drink Jack Daniels
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He thinks things through, I react
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Mediocracy's not possible, opposites attract
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AC/DC, Back In Black Sabbath,
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Agatha Christie, cars named Christine
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Hard to deal with agin' when you still feel 15
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Combat stance, tarantula, this approach is soft but deadly
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Come in low, slow, and kill you gently
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We some monsters in concert
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The sharpest, flyin' in on magic carpet
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Try to off us and end up in coffin
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I'm awfully raw, you can tell I'm off when
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"I'm lookin' in your eyes"
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[Prevail]
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The dagger gather, you're all invited
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Mouth of the black hole, Poseidon could dive in
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An' die from the diamond cut, raisin' it up
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As if we're not amazin' enough
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Dine on the braggart, time to push forward
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The more words the better, heart line beats jagged
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Electric green, pesticides, mustard gas and mustard greens
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That's what it must have been
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[Mad Child]
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We like muscle cars, not bar stars
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No Singapore slings, we swing at the hardball
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Hardcore, used to sleep on cardboard
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Tell your folks that it ain't no hoax when I'm
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"lookin' in your eyes"
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[Mad Child]
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We want you to take a good look at what we do
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Snake Bite
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Swollen Members |