[Halford/Tipton]
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Wild eyed and tight fisted
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I'm fused to the bone
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I stand contemplating
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Reacting alone
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Impaled with betrayal
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The tourniquet turns
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Society's creation
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Pole axed out and burnt
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Long ago when man was king
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His heart was clean
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Now he's stained class
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Time has slashed
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Each un-touched thing
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So now he's just
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A stained class king
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Transfixed at deliverance
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Is this all there is?
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Faithless continuum
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Into the abyss
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Fierce is my conviction
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Absolute my belief
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I spit at you apathy
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And seducer deceit
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Long ago when man was king
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His heart was clean
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Now he's stained class
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Time has slashed
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Each un-touched thing
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So now he's just
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A stained class king
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Lethal, deadly, hung, drawn
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And quartered he slaughtered and faltered
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And altered the world.
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But by doing so smashed
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All his hopes and utopian dreams
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Whipping, stripping peeling the flesh off
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Relentless and senseless
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His lust snapped like vipers
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Whose fangs sank in deep
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To infest and decay from the core.
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Impaled with betrayal
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The tourniquet turns
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Society's creation
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Pole axed out and burnt
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Long ago when man was king
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His heart was clean
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Now he's stained class
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Time has slashed
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Each un-touched thing
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So now he's just
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A stained class king
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Stained class king
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Stained Class
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| Halford (Rob Halford) |
