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From the bowery to the
I tried to find your
With drugs of
The bottom of a barrel drops
I your causes
Sympathize the
But all the of this war
Are self-infatuation

And one, two, three, nothing's for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go
You better own up to me,

The manic runs thick
My friend, are you looking for a escape?
What's left, when the locks have all been
children of authority
Now how long can you be dancing between the alter
And the seat?
Yeah, now here's a chance to a choice
Are you aware of the beneath your feet?

One, two, three, nothing's for
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go
You better own up to me,
Yeah yeah, go

The basement within us
Our fear through the door
Now there's nothing between us
As the fear a roar

Once that is in motion
Don't lose what you found
I'm talking about burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and
We're all born in the scorn
want to see you die
I'm you, "Are you true?"
And everything say is a lie, it's a lie

One, two, three, for free
Four, five, six, pick up the and go

One, two, three, nothings for
Four, five, six, up the sticks and go

One, two, three, nothings for
(We're all born in the scorn)
One, two, three, for free
(We're all born in the scorn)
they say it's a lie, it's a lie now
(We're all in the devil's scorn)
they say it's a lie, it's a lie now
(We're all in the devil's scorn)

up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the
(Pick up the sticks)
up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the
Go