| From the bowery to the brimstone
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| I tried to find your heart
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| With drugs of initiation
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| The bottom of a barrel that drops
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| I understand your causes
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| Sympathize the motivation
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| But all the details of this war
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| Are just self-infatuation
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| And it’s 1 2 3
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| Nothings for free
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| Pick up the sticks and go home
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| Manic blood runs thick my friend
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| Are you looking for a clean escape
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| What’s left when the locks have all been broken
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| Young children of authority
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| Now how long can you be agile
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| Dancing between the alter and the mercy seat
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| Yeah now here’s a chance to make a choice
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| Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet
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| Nothings for free
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| Pick up the sticks and go home
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| The basement lies within us Our fear comes through the door
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| Now there’s nothing left between us As the fear becomes a roar
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| Once that wheel is in motion
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| Don’t you lose what you have found
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| I’m talking about that burning wheel of tongues
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| Everything that makes it go round and round
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| We’re all born in the devils scorn
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| They want to see you die
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| I’m asking you are you true
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| Everything they say is a lie
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| It’s a lie
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| Nothings for free
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| Pick up the sticks and go Nothings for free
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| Pick up the sticks and go
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| (we're all born)
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| Nothings for free
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| (in the devils scorn)
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| (we're all born)
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| Nothings for free
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| (in the devils scorn)
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| Everything they say it’s a lie
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| (we're all born)
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| It’s a lie now
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| (in the devils scorn)
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| Everything they say it’s a lie
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| It’s a lie now
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| Pick up the sticks
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| (pick up the sticks)
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| Pick up the sticks
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| (pick up the sticks)
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| Pick up the sticks
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| (pick up the sticks)
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| Pick up the sticks
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| And go home |