[Lyrics: Turner]
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[Music: Pepa]
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In mortal flesh attired, walking on man-made streets
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Human tongue and human conduct, human manners and human ways
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Yet the warm white breast holds deep in the chest a ravenous heart
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A big bad wolf clad in sheepskin, lurking, craving to reap
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[Lead; Suckdog]
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The wolf clad in sheepskin, lurking
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And the hand held out is craving to reap
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Harvesting souls, the flea within
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Agents of hell, agents of hell
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Turning the righteous on
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Burning the righteous down
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Agent 666
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In mortal flesh attired, walking on man-made streets
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Human clad in clay has a rockmachine
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Agent of hell on infernal mission
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He won?t never ever land
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[Lead; Suckdog]
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Agent 666
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