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L A Guns Waking The Dead

veins But that's alright, my baby Don't look at me that way Yeah, I did not fake it Don't look at me that way A circle feels like a direction And I

Tick tock, the boring clock I wanna rip it off the wall Count down the seconds to the The hellraisers ball An evil celebration And don't need no invitation

United Airlines Flight 93 Left 8:01 from gate 17 The victims of a war, they never knew existed Hell looked them in the eye and still they resisted Lost

not keep a secret Would you tell me anyway? I'm alright, we're alright Let's start a revolution, yeah And roll away the stone I'm alright, you're alright Let's start a

head Black zombie radio Come with me where I go Yeah, come wake the dead Waking the dead Waking the dead Yeah, come wake the dead Waking the dead Waking the dead

Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a

yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a

jerkin you rings is so my contact will break up your man I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand I make it hard so, only God could wake up your

they move, Noodles shoot that fuckin' whore Dead in the middle of Little Italy little did we know That we riddled some middleman who didn't do diddily It'll be a