What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day
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Life's great when graveyard is your home
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What a day, what a day, what a day
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Undead rotting bones
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When we come to town
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The people just keep their heads down
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Trying to escape
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Corpses all over the place
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Maggots in my brain
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Believe me, I don't feel no pain
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Fingers are my tools
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Bloodthirst is pretty cool
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Soon you'll see, you run out of time
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What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day
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Life's great when graveyard is your home
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What a day, what a day, what a day
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Undead rotting bones
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Neon nights are bright
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Nobody of us saw daylight
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Cannot lose our lites
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No limits in the minds
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Killin' just for fun
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Tomorrow it will be your turn
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Going straight to hell
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Agony, I can tell
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Soon you'll see, you run out of time
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What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day
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Life's great when graveyard is your home
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What a day, what a day, what a day
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Undead rotting bones
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When we come to town
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The people just keep their heads down
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Trying to escape
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Corpses all over the place
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Maggots in my brain
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Believe me, I don't feel no pain
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Fingers are my tools
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Bloodthirst is pretty cool
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Soon you'll see, you run out of time
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What a day, what a day, what a day, what a day
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Life's great when graveyard is your home
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What a day, what a day, what a day
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Undead rotting bones
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U-R-B
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