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Killing's my business and business is fine
Money's my interest, life isn't kind
You know you can run but there's nowhere to hide
Payback's a bitch boy
Now you're gonna die
Hand me the contract, I've got no remorse
The more cash I get, the bloodier the worst
You claimed their way out, life is up in flames
How 'bout doin' it my way
Beheaded or slain
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Hanging or lethal injection
Gas chamber - take a last breath
Firing squad, electrocute, we'll execute!
More than one face of death
Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out
A soldier of fortune, I'll wipe 'em all out
Having no home, I have no shame
I'll take a life, another victim in pain
Try turning the tables or make it a frame
You can't snuff me out
Because you're my game
You know you're my target
Your time stands still
But no job's too tough
I love to kill
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They told me when I was young that I would change
What I once saw would become like everything else
The same -
The open eyes of youth would close down just to cracks
I would - never again see the real world
Just like the rest, I'd turn my back
I told them once when I was young
That it was too late for me to change
I couldn't ignore the facts
The reality that brought this incredible pain
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Scars within my flesh and soul
Stayed just for show
Seeing, I felt and saw things
Others could never know
They tell me now to turn my head
So that I may rest at peace
But ignoring the things that I know
Would be living a life of deceit
The perversion of love and the power of hate
Lie deep inside my head
I can't turn to ignorance -
The life of the wordly blind
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Time will come when we will pay
There'll be no choice for you to take
World War III won't be a fake
You just can't look the other way
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Time will come and time will go
You'll learn to live and learn to fight
You'll fight for freedom and fight to die
But you'll never know the reason why
Killing people for their greedness
But unaware of the evilness
Once you're dead there'll be no sorrow
Another one will come to follow
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Toppling, smashing -
The statues go crashing
And all of your ancient ideals
Your morals we question
Put them to testing
Rules broken you thought were of steel
Scrupleless children
We number in millions
Won't stand for any more of your crummy deals
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Growing concern
Priests are just rapists
Who worship the dollar
Get hardons from girls at the altar
When in confession
Laugh at your depression
We pay for their
Sins when they falter
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Teachers who profess
We'll make them confess
They've taught us not wisdom, but lies
Burning their textbooks and archaic outlooks
In society's funeral pyre
Senators gain weight as the poor deflate
Starve - as they vote themselves raises
Finger on button, a nuclear glutton
Governing rats caught in mazes
Parents who have raised us
Have not taught but crazed us
Priests who confessed us
Have not cured but depressed us
We'll turn and ignore as we head for the door
Can't take no more
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We're here to be and the ones to succeed
No need for you to tell us how to be
Can't seem to find your reasons why
You tell us lies and think you're wise
Why can't you think before you sink
Why can't you see, then come to me
Tell us lies and ask us why
We hate society
And we're here to fight
I won't shake their hands
Cause they're not our friends
Won't talk to you 'cause you can't be true
You've got problems, yet you keep hiding them
You entered their gate but now it's too late
It's your mistake
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Running in fear as he nears you
Crying out in terror but no one can hear you
Trapped in an alley, nowhere to hide
Carefully watching your steps with his eyes
Growling, awaiting to kill you
Slowly approaching and your death nears you
Nowhere to go, nowhere to run
As he leaps at you and makes his final lunge
Foaming from the mouth
Vengeance in his mind
One swift tear, leaving raw
Flesh hanging from your side
Blood spurting forth from your vein
Draining your body with great pain
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Toxins - buried underground
Seep into the water
Dioxin - she drank for nine straight months
Deformed her unborn daughter
Factories - spewing poison fumes
The cause of acid rain
Destroy crops and animals
Lives flushed down the drain
Radon - creeps up from the earth
Public dies of cancer
Danger - of chemical nightmare
When will we find the answer
Barrels leak the vile substance
There's no containing them
Contamination - of the food we eat
Absorb plutonium
Seconds ticking fast away
On Earth's bio clock
Politicians allow the dumping
Must be forced to stop
I hope they live on an abandoned waste site
And die of toxic shock
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The end is here per se
Coming near break of day
A bomber prepares for a flight
A blitzkrieg mission tonite
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Writhing in my dreams
Feeling the painful screams
Torturing my brain
Driving me insane
Bomber up and away
Causing destruction today
Your mission almost complete
Never admitting defeat
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Bomber Zee again tonite
Feeling yourself in flight
Bombing in your mind
Wounding the life inside
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You spend your life on welfare lines
Or looking for handouts
Why don't you go find a job
You birth more kids to up your checks
So you can buy more drugs
Cash in food stamps and get drunk
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Uncle Sam takes half my pay
So you can live for free
I got a family and bills to pay
No one hands money to me
You can go to school for nothing
Got that government grant
Get money in advance
When you're sick from shooting up
Medicaid pays full portion
When little Maria gets knocked up
She gets a free abortion
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How come it's minorities who cry
Things are too tough
On TV with their gold chains
Claim they don't have enough
I say make them clean the sewers
Don't take no resistance
If they don't like it go to hell
And cut their public assistance
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Minding his own business
Riding subway trains
Got ripped off twice
Ain't gonna happen again
Withdrew a hundred dollars
Bought himself a piece
Can't depend on anyone
He's his own police
Fourteenth Street station
This could be the night
December, he's heavily sweating
Collar feels too tight
Tired of being preyed upon
By the scum of the earth
Tonite he'll be the predator
Someone's gonna get hurt
Walked into an empty car
Found himself a seat
Five low lives waiting there
Waiting for fresh meat
One by one surrounded him
Trapped him by the door
Finger on the trigger
Got more than they asked for
A split second without thinking
Hot gun in his hand
Four shots of blood
Bernie gets his man
Now he stands trial
A criminal he's told
But he got the satisfaction
Of shooting his load
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