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from the bowery to the brimstonei tried to find your heartwith drugs of initiationthe bottom of a barrel that dropsi understand your causessympathize the motivationbut all the details of this warare just self-infatuationand it's 1 2 3nothings for free4 5 6pick up the sticks and go homemanic blood runs thick my friendare you looking for a clean escapewhat's left when the locks have all been brokenyoung children of authoritynow how long can you be agiledancing between the alter and the mercy seatyeah now here's a chance to make a choiceare you aware of the fire beneath your feet1 2 3nothings for free4 5 6pick up the sticks and go homethe basement lies within usour fear comes through the doornow there's nothing left between usas the fear becomes a roaronce that wheel is in motiondon't you lose what you have foundi'm talking about that burning wheel of tongueseverything that makes it go round and roundwe're all born in the devils scornthey want to see you diei'm asking you are you trueeverything they say is a lieit's a lie1 2 3nothings for free4 5 6pick up the sticks and go1 2 3nothings for free4 5 6pick up the sticks and go1 2 3(we're all born)nothings for free(in the devils scorn)1 2 3(we're all born)nothings for free(in the devils scorn)everything they say it's a lie(we're all born)it's a lie now(in the devils scorn)everything they say it's a lieit's a lie nowpick up the sticks(pick up the sticks)pick up the sticks(pick up the sticks)pick up the sticks(pick up the sticks)pick up the sticksand go homewords and music amy ray and ellen james societycopyright 1990 godhap music (bmi)
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