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| Well The Clock Struck Three |
| Bleeding The Blood Of Misery |
| But If I'm Not Mistaken |
| You Were The One Who Was Caught Faking |
| I'll Be Throwing Bricks |
| With Balled Up Fists, Yeah |
| Maybe I'm Becoming What They Said I'd Always Be |
| A Psycho Killer, Cold Blooded Commisary |
| But It'll Be Premeditated |
| Bereft Of Medication |
| And Free, So Very Free |
| I Said Free, So Very Free |
| What's In A Name |
| Bleeding Carved Out In A Tree |
| You Know Bark Equals Flesh |
| Because They Called Me An Oak |
| And Then I Sang I'm Out On Your In Joke |
| I'll Be Dancing On Your Grave |
| Singing The Songs That I Like To Sing |
| Tip A Glass Of A Full Fledge Drink |
| With Balled Up Fists I'll Be Taking A Piss |
| Because My Revenge Has Been Pre Paid |
| And The Look On Your Face Is Something I'll Always Save |
| Or Be Made To Look Afraid |
| When It Comes Down To The End |
| I'll Be Standing On Your Grave |