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my soul. Left my carcass with the worms and moles. Souljacker can't get my soul. He can hang my neck from the old flagpole. But the souljacker can't get my soul
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their eyes. I wish you could see me. Dressed for the kill. You're my man of war. You're my man of war. And the worms will come for you. Big boots. Yeah, yeah, yeah. So unplug the phones. Stop all the taps
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. Now worms consume her body. And I can wait.
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worms go. And roll in tonight. Don't wake us up. We got nothing for you. There ain't no love like our love. There ain't no love like our love. Like our love, love, love, love, love. Build us a door. And
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I’m just an arrogant ***. Who can't admit when he's sorry. Chorus. Don't call me "baby" again, you got your reasons. I know that you're tryna be friends, I know you mean it. Don't call me "baby" again
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block I'll show you what I'm about. . Flash Back all ya'll suckas it's about time you learn. About the neatest arrogant and cause a disturb. Adjust your radio I'm gonna school yaa. I'm a youngin
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living on the streets. Freedom of men working on the fields. No one can take that away from them. No one, except for the western cancer. . Turning them into arrogant bastards,. Feeding the greed of
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Glory. . Arrogant sycophant up on high on a rant. Terminate agitate bring him down with a bang. Pity ye old clergy grovelling beasting. Tear them down hear me now tear them down now. . The Power
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Song Tequila . Singer Brooks, Dunn. One shot, Two shot, Three tequila floor, . Cowboy bouncer's 'bout to bowl me out the door . Jose got me stumblin' mumblin' like a fool . That worms got a kick like
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. Rock hard until the worms make the spines snap. And the masses are marching to this groovy beat. The living dead dancing out in the streets. Chorus. Ooh-ooo-ooo. Ooh-ooo-ooo. Ooh-ooo-ooo. Ooh-ooo-ooo
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When my dad died. The worms ate out both his eyes. His soul flew right up in the sky. I cried myself to sleep My mother lies. Alone on her back at night. Adding up hours till her demise. She
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thurston. Another can of worms. Another stomach turns. Yeh yr ghetto burns. It's the song I hate, it's the song I hate. . You got a stupid man. You got a ku klux klan. Yr fuckin' battle plan
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thurston. Another can of worms. Another stomach turns. Yeh yr ghetto burns. It's the song I hate, it's the song I hate. . You got a stupid man. You got a ku klux klan. Yr fuckin' battle plan
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planet. Scratching in the mud and worms. But an honest politician. Is just a contradiction in terms. And if I had the keys to the kingdom. I'd hand them straight to you. In another time another place
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. Kill for kicks. 3rd world to the 1st. Kill to live. . Worms in the garden more real than a Mcdonalds. Drain your blood and let the Exxon spill in. Look around here, you see nothing is very real
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. Kill for kicks. 3rd world to the 1st. Kill to live. . Worms in the garden more real than a Mcdonalds. Drain your blood and let the Exxon spill in. Look around here, you see nothing is very real
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. Kill for kicks. 3rd world to the 1st. Kill to live. . Worms in the garden more real than a Mcdonalds. Drain your blood and let the Exxon spill in. Look around here, you see nothing is very real
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dance for what is left. The worms will wait with baited breath. "your blind have now become my deaf". So says this little horn. . "save yourself from this. ". . Chorus. . Everyone will suffer now
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bed, which does consist of. Lice, bugs and fleas and yellow mucus. Stained dirt vaseline, toe jam and boogers. Stomach acid worms, that dance in sugared sludge
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I've got a flaming road to karma and a mobile phone. Was raised by the radio in a broken home. I've got a broken smile an arrogant line. I'm really no one special but I'm in my prime I've got a
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me, nobody cares. Nobody loves me, nobody owes me a thing. Nobody loves me, nobody cares. Nobody loves me, maybe I'll go eat worms I'm so sick of the world now. It's all these people packing my
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Friday night. You're only goal in life. Is to smoke a joint. And decide how you're gonna get. Laid tonight. You are a * son-of-a-bitch. You arrogant assholes. Your pants are too tight. You *
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A modern-day warrior. Mean mean stride,. Today's Tom Sawyer. Mean mean pride. . Though his mind is not for rent,. Don't put him down as arrogant. His reserve, a quiet defense,. Riding out the
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whoa. But we’re dancing with the demons in our minds. Heroes, oh whoa. The crickets sing a song for you. Don’t say a word, don’t make a sound. It’s life’s creation. I make worms turn into butterflies
