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Burn The Priest
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Buckeye
Lyricist:Chris Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Abe Spade
Turn on all the lights and punch them out All four burners going, pile it on fire Metal sparks in the nuclear box Fist through a window pane And our broken coffee cups litter the kitchen floor
Smoke rolling across the ceiling Suck down the bride's champagne And swallow a few more sleepy ones Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Pass the bottle to none and swing from the gate Speak in the name of suffering as loud as it gets
Knuckled holes in everything spittle And love fling into a crying eye that runs away A dead dog in the street nothing brings a slain king back You'll never know the bittersweet smell Of leaving this world of your own volition, so jacked up
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