D.O.A.

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You've got security
You've got the Evil Eye
Demented, tortured me
Now I've got to know the reason why
And when you killed my friend
Rat bastard to the end
I swore I'd have revenge
Now you've died, screwed me again...

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Bleed...but don't bleed on me
You can wash your hands
But they'll never get quite clean

My whole life has been surrounded
By your foul schemes
Even now beyond the grave
Your hand touches me...

Well you got fresh meat
So your belly was fat
It stank of bourbon and cigars
Everywhere you were at

They pronounced you dead at 3:05AM
They said that you were better off
Dead than alive

Well I must say I tended to agree
As I pretended to pray on bended knee
Having been touched by the fickle finger of fate
It was me or him, and now
For him it's too late...