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From the bowery to the
I to find your heart
With of initiation
The bottom of a barrel drops
I understand causes
the motivation
But all the details of war
Are self-infatuation

And it's one, two, three, nothing's for
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go
You better own up to me,

The blood runs thick
My friend, are you looking for a clean
What's left, when the locks have all been
Young children of
Now how long can you be agile between the alter
And the mercy
Yeah, now here's a chance to make a
Are you aware of the beneath your feet?

One, two, three, for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go
You own up to me, yeah
yeah, go home

The basement within us
Our fear comes the door
Now there's nothing left us
As the becomes a roar

Once that is in motion
lose what you have found
I'm talking that burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and
We're all born in the devil's
They to see you die
I'm you, "Are you true?"
And they say is a lie, it's a lie

One, two, three, for free
Four, five, six, up the sticks and go

One, two, three, for free
Four, five, six, pick up the and go

One, two, three, nothings for
(We're all in the devil's scorn)
One, two, three, for free
(We're all in the devil's scorn)
Everything they say a lie, it's a lie now
(We're all in the devil's scorn)
Everything they say it's a lie, a lie now
(We're all born in the scorn)

Pick up the
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the
(Pick up the sticks)
up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the
Go