There's a creature coming born
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Of your pagan blessed
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There is thunder coming down
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Around your head
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Ride the fire now momma
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Thunder's come again
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A soul to flame and rain down on ya
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Red rider said
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The hills are running red
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Better hide under your bed
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Hide your children mother
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Thunder red
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The hills are turning red
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Get on your knees and beg
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Thunder red's a-coming
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Thunder red
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You're reaping nothing more
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Than your shamelessness
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Then sew it all together
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When he comes
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Ride it down now momma
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Fire's come again
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Come to claim the souls to blame and
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Riding off with them
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The hills are running red
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Better hide under your bed
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Hide your children mother
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Thunder red
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The hills are turning red
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Get on your knees and beg
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Thunder red's a-coming
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To get you red
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Fathers and nuns, nowhere to run
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Four horsemen riding on the wind
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Momma hide your sons
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Daddy get your gun
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Four hooves of thunder's come again
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Oh, run red
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Red thunder's coming home
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For your blamelessness
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And rolling you forever in your dust
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Ride the fire now momma
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Thunder's coming again
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Ain't no time to hide and cry, get
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On your knees and beg
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Thunder Red
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W.A.S.P. |