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He had a heart-attack, Macthey shot him full of smackhe overdosed 'fore he understoodanything at all
They forgot before longput their black righteous cloaks back onthey never cared about anythinganything at all (X3)
They called it rat poison suicideand put his ashes in a jarwithout name or numberand no remorse at all
With a mouth full of psychodormthe herd sticks to their guardsand their factory routinein anything and all (X3)
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