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L A Guns Waking The Dead

veins But that's alright, my baby Don't look at me that way Yeah, I did not fake it Don't look at me that way A circle feels like a direction And I

Tick tock, the boring clock I wanna rip it off the wall Count down the seconds to the The hellraisers ball An evil celebration And don't need no invitation

United Airlines Flight 93 Left 8:01 from gate 17 The victims of a war, they never knew existed Hell looked them in the eye and still they resisted Lost

not keep a secret Would you tell me anyway? I'm alright, we're alright Let's start a revolution, yeah And roll away the stone I'm alright, you're alright Let's start a

head Black zombie radio Come with me where I go Yeah, come wake the dead Waking the dead Waking the dead Yeah, come wake the dead Waking the dead Waking the dead

Got Pals I Make A Girl Get Low Like I Ain't Got No L's I'm A Paper Chasin Dog Check My Toenails And I Never Miss A Game, No Shaq O'neal More Like

Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these niggas shooting Puttin' the oldest far from life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a

yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is money, a stash and a

jerkin you rings is so my contact will break up your man I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand I make it hard so, only God could wake up your