[Rolf Kasparek]
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Poisoned snakes with doubled tongues, pretend to know the law
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They menace with eternal hell, the fiend on velvet paws
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They say what you should do or not, to keep you just in line
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Praying they will fool the blind till the end of time
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Fight the fire, the licking flame of hate
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Fight the liar, the snake in the shade
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He spites his wicked lies, the poison
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He slithers round his victim till he bites
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He injects the fuel of hate, the poison
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And the fallen angel spreads his blackened wings
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They pray the wine, they serve the lie, that's dripping in your ears
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They daze your mind, they need your soul to oil their evil gear
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A mindless and obedient slave to the lord of flies
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Their hearts are weapped in blackest night, cashing in on lies
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Fight the fire, the licking flame of hate
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Fight the liar, the snake in the shade
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He spites his wicked lies, the poison
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He slithers round his victim till he bites
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He injects the fuel of hate, the poison
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And the fallen angel spreads his blackened wings
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The evilness lives in their heart, Lucifer's the name
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They bet your life, your soul's the prize, the pool in the game
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They say they saw the god of light, but they will never proof
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I know their god, they're praying to, two horns and cloven hoof
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Fight the fire, the licking flame of hate
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Fight the liar, the snake in the shade
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He spites his wicked lies, the poison
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He slithers round his victim till he bites
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He injects the fuel of hate, the poison
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And the fallen angel spreads his blackened wings
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The Poison
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| Running Wild |
