Broken Records Been Playing
Broken records been playing.
Playing there for your Pain.
They're played there
By the great teacher, Ma$ter No Name.
Where for art thou Blood Stain?
I'm the water of the mother of a New age
Day breaks,
only the chosen will be allowed passage
On the mother ship's baby carriage.
Step right up, my child
Must be this tall to ride
The death train of My funeral bride
You can run but you can't hide
The broken cisterns that hold your lies
I Rolled the stone away to see
And on the other side saw me
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