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sneak in my own house,

It's four in the morning,

I had too much to drink,

Said I was out with the boys,

I creep in my bedroom,

I slip into bed,

I know if I wake her,

I'll wake up dead,

[Chorus:]

I wonder, will she find out,

About the other, other lover,

Diana.

Wake up dead, you die,

Wake up dead, and buried,

Wake up dead, you die,

Wake up dead

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Welcome to out sanguinary sect of worship,

Feel at home in our black conventicle,

As we anathematise,

All of those who oppose us,

Don't summon the devil,

Don't call the priests,

If you need the strength,

The conjuring. Obey!!!

Behold the flames rise,

From the compass' cardinal points,

Burn the sacred oil,

And, with the ashes you'll annoint,

Arrange the symbols,

Of the wizard, and, magician,

Light the candles,

Place the parchment paper in position,

Between its leaves place,

The lash from a black cat's eye,

A straw of a broom,

Fold, and, burn, and, centralise,

Don't summon the devil,

Don't call the priests,

If you need the strength,

The conjuring,

I am the devil's advocate,

A salesman, if you will,

You know my name. [You know my name],

I met your father years ago,

Gave him what he'd please,

He called my name, you'll do the same,

I'm claiming what is mine by right,

It's time to close the deal,

You're bought and sold, bought and sold,

Come join me in my infernal depths,

Mephisto's hall of fame

I've got your soul, I've got your soul,

The conjuring. Obey!!!

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What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?

I talk to him every day.

What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?

I go to court when I have to.

What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?

I got nothing better to do

And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?

Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?

[Chorus:]

If there's a new way,

I'll be the first in line.

But, it better work this time.

What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?

I didn't know you had any feelings.

What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?

I'm just not your kind.

What do you mean, "I couldn't be the president of the United States of America"?

Tell me something, it's still "We the people", right?

[Chorus: (repeat)]

If there's a new way

I'll be the first in line,

But, it better work this time.

Can you put a price on peace?

Peace,

Peace sells...,

Peace,

Peace sells...,

Peace sells...,but who's buying?

Peace sells...,but who's buying?

Peace sells...,but who's buying?

Peace sells...,but who's buying?

[n+1 times more]

No, peace sells...

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By the last breath of the fourth winds blow

Better raise your ears

The sound of hooves knocks at your door

Lock up your wife and children now

It's time to wield the blade

For now you have got some company

The Horsemen are drawing nearer

On the leather steeds they ride

They have come to take your life

On through the dead of night

With the four Horsemen ride

or choose your fate and die

You have been dying since the day

You were born

You know it has all been planned

The quartet of deliverance rides

A sinner once a sinner twice

No need for confession now

Cause now you have got the fight of your life

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The Jets are drawing nearer

On the leather steeds they ride

They have come to take your life

On through the dead of night

With the #4 Jets ride

or choose your fate and die

Time

has taken its toll on you

The lines that crack your face

Famine

Your body it has torn through

Withered in every place

Pestilence

For what you have had to endure

And what you have put others through

Death

Deliverance for you for sure

There is nothing you can do

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My life's on time,

But again my sense is late.

Feel a might unsteady,

But still I have to play.

Six to one's the odds,

And, we have the highest stakes.

And, once again I gamble with my very life today.

Highly polished metal,

The oil makes it gleam.

Fill the terror chamber,

Your mind begins to scream.

Your life is like a trigger,

Never trouble till you're squeezed.

Now you crack a smile,

As you give the gun a tease.

Place the piston down,

Now give the gun a spin.

Soon as the spinning stops,

Oh no, the game starts in.

A hateful way of vengeance,

A bit of playful sin.

Load another bullet,

Now the second round begins.

A couple grains of powder,

A couple grams of lead.

A touch against the trigger,

A touch inside the head.

Take another drink, and

Raise the last bets.

Think about my last words,

They might be what I just said.

A click comes from the hammer,

That couldn't drive a nail.

Sense the numbing cold blue,

Or the red of Hades' grill.

A fraction of a second,

Do you lose, or maybe still,

Pass it to the left,

And collect your mighty kill.

Add another bullet,

The third round begins.

Soon as the spinning stops,

Oh no, the game starts in.

Please, no I.O.U.'s,

No markers for death.

Does anybody play? Anybody,

Somebody, anybody play.

You, you, next victim, you next to die.

You, you, next victim, you next [s: your turn] to die.

You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.

You, come on, next victim, your turn to die.

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The funny thing is, when I saw The Verve live at The Oxygen Music festival, The Prodigy were playing at the same time (I ****ing hate that $hit) and nearly all of my mates went to see them. We (those who saw The Verve) just couldn't stop laughing at those idiots for the rest of the weekend. LOL

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Brother will kill brother

Spilling blood across the land

Killing for religion

Something I don't understand

Fools like me, who cross the sea

And come to foreign lands

Ask the sheep, for their beliefs

Do you kill on God's command?

A country that's divided

Surely will not stand

My past erased, no more disgrace

No foolish naive stand

The end is near, it's crystal clear

Part of the master plan

Don't look now to Israel

It might be in your homelands

Holy wars

Upon my podium, as the

Know it all scholar

Down in my seat of judgement

Gavel's bang, uphold the law

Up on my soapbox, a leader

Out to change the world

Down in my pulpit as the holier

Than-thou-could-be-messenger of God

Wage the war on organized crime

Sneak attacks, repel down the rocks

Behind the lines

Some people risk to employ me

Some people live to destroy me

Either way they die.

They killed my wife, and my baby

With hopes to enslave me

First mistake...last mistake!

Paid by the alliance, to slay all the giants

Next mistake...no more mistakes!

Fill the cracks in, with judicial granite

Because I don't say it, don't mean I ain't

thinking it

Next thing you know, they'll take my thoughts away

I know what I said, now I must scream of the overdose

And the lack of mercy killings.

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Welcome to our fortress tall

Take some time to show you around

Impossible to break these walls

For you see the steel is much too strong

Computer banks to rule the world

Instruments to sight the stars

Possibly I've seen too much

Hangar 18 I know too much.

Foreign life forms inventory

Suspended State of cryogenics

Selective amnesia's the story

Believed foretold but who'd suspect

The military intelligence

Two words combined that can't make sense

Possibly I've seen too much

Hangar 18 I know too much.

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