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 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
I take you out, we're all alone in the middle
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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