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‘86 Death Cult Classic
by Fangs Out
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I bare my golden fangs and cast the first stone
A pox on the rats who abandoned the kinship
Leaving me for a deadman in the throes
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore
You're already dead
I tear open old wounds and spill the bad blood
A Boundless divide too impossible to bridge
Refused salvation from the coming flood
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore
You're already dead
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
You turned your back on rock and roll
Followed the first saint that might save your soul
You're already dead
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Hanged in effigy for all traitors to see
I bare my golden fangs and cast the first stone
A pox on the rats who abandoned the kinship
Leaving me for a deadman in the throes
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore
You're already dead
I tear open old wounds and spill the bad blood
A Boundless divide too impossible to bridge
Refused salvation from the coming flood
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore
You're already dead
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
You turned your back on rock and roll
Followed the first saint that might save your soul
You're already dead
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Hanged in effigy for all traitors to see
