[lyrics by Harry Conklin]
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Neon lights are flashing as the tyrants raise their swords
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Sounds of metal crashing the avenue overlords
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Kings of black leather with words made of steel
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Lock all your doors very soon you will feel
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Under the knife. Feel the revenge.
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Under the knife. You'll get it in the end.
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Under the knife. You'd better run for your life.
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'Cause you're under the knife!
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Bishops of the street, authors of corruption, leaders
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in the night just waiting for an eruption.
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A rider dressed in black screams out
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"You fuckin' clowns! Bring your best you fools and I will tear him to the ground!"
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Hear the rumble around you, it's a blood curdling sound
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Blood stained heads and bodies all are breaking on the ground
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A .45 caliber flashing life's ending with a bang
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Tyrants rule the king is dead! We are the gang that reigns!
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Reign Of The Tyrants
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Jag Panzer |