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Why'd you kick my dog? Why'd you go off the road? ......................
Oh, Please, Let's Die, Go deep into emotion, Have no time to bide and With the sound of distortion Make death ride. Very nice, Sun not shine, Not for pleasure Dreams, It's over, Have no time to bide, Die with me, It's not lie, All it's boring, Boring start, Bitter end, End the day and die, So, Withe me, I hope you try To break you and again I sing the song anout nothing, Only song, I'm sick of it all, Not erly? Isn't true? So, I die for you, But die with, Go deep into emotion, Such long sleep And with the sound of distortion, I'm sick
If You wanna break the glass If You wanna kick some ass Better take and play guitar Sing to world your soul' part So, You feel 'the gravy train' Don't thinking what's in brain Your song is first in chart And this stuff is very smart (Doesn't it?) It's a very exacting world Easy songs are really bought You must go and make new hit With the sound of punk beat You're so sick and 'comin' wicked Only drugs can help defeat To defeat and make new hit Re-arranged with the strong punk beat Your time is running out Your guitar and voice are loud Every day you lose your nerve It's the end and pre-last verse Where's your gun?
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