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End of Days
Take these shackles and give ‘em to the bear, tell her I’ve gone home Take these shackles and throw ‘em to the wind, I’ll live like that no more Gonna find me the weapon that can kill off Mutley, end his child like rage Gonna find me a whet stone, sharpening my sword, gonna end his blinkered ways I killed off Mutley In this war inside I wage I killed off Mutley And it means the end of days Come a long way from our second city, I’m a long way from home Come a long way from our second city and I’ll go there no more Gonna find me a crag deep in the mountains, got to mend that old dog’s ways Gonna find a lost city deep in the desert, make sure the flee pit pays I killed off Mutley In the war inside I wage I killed off Mutley And it means the end of days Take this message for me, carry it home, tell ‘em I am no more Take this message for me, carry it home, tell ‘em the evils gone I found my mountain, out in the world, it wouldn’t forgive my ways As I soar down the valley, out of this world, I know this old dog paid I killed off Mutley In the war inside I wage I killed off Mutley And it means the end of days
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