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He had a heart-attack, Macthey shot him full of smackhe overdosed 'fore he understoodanything at allThey forgot before longput their black righteous cloaks back onthey never cared about anythinganything at all (X3)They called it rat poison suicideand put his ashes in a jarwithout name or numberand no remorse at allWith a mouth full of psychodormthe herd sticks to their guardsand their factory routinein anything and all (X3)
He had a heart-attack, Macthey shot him full of smackhe overdosed 'fore he understoodanything at allThey forgot before longput their black righteous cloaks back onthey never cared about anythinganything at all (X3)They called it rat poison suicideand put his ashes in a jarwithout name or numberand no remorse at allWith a mouth full of psychodormthe herd sticks to their guardsand their factory routinein anything and all (X3)