My arms are full of decay
Lives that thrived yesterday
When you
I never was that friendly, I guess nobody would say
And
Yeah, we're comin' to your town
And we're gonna mess around
Comin'
Pale face, has never touched the sun
Murder in my mind
I
The sun is setting in the west
The shadows are growing
The swamp is breathing
Fog rises from its deep
This is the
Hard times are ahead of me
Through hard times I have
Cursed, damnated, well, you tell me
What the hell's the matter
Summon up the graves, no one will be saved
The darkness
Sensual witches of the black arts
Wicked sisters caress your very
Well, I killed a girl in Memphis, Tenessee and I
Okay, so you finally realise
I'm not like others under this
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