D.O.A.

You’ve got security…You’ve got the evil eye
Demented, tortured me…Now I’ve got to know the reason why
And when you killed my friend…Rat bastard to the end
I swore I’d have revenge…Now you’ve died, screwed me again…

BLACKOUT

Bleed…but don’t bleed on me…You can wash your hands but they’ll never get quite clean

My whole life has been surrounded by your foul schemes
Even now beyond the grave your hand touches me…

Well you got fresh meat so your belly was fat
It stank of bourbon and cigars everywhere you were at

They pronounced you dead at 3:05 they said that you were better off
Dead than alive

Well I must say I tended to agree as I pretended to pray on bended knee
Having been touched by the fickle finger of fate it was me or him, and now for him it’s too late…

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