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Hey Lucifer... you Prince of Hell |
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Don't think you're really all that swell |
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I'm looking for your butt to kick |
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You'll hold the short end of that stick |
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So watch your step and look both ways |
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If you should cross me... count your days |
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You won't be as hot to play your games |
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Once I have shot you down in flames
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You strut and fret upon your stage |
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But your time's come and gone with age |
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By now you're just a has-been joke |
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You threaten fire but just blow smoke |
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So watch your step and look both ways |
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If you should cross me... count your days |
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You won't be as hot to play your games |
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Once I have shot you down in flames
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Grant Geissman |
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