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kids with gun, kids with gun

now there turning us into monsters now there turning us into fire

wish it real, wish it wish it real...........

once apone a time
there was once a town where happy folk once lived
thay where peacefull thay live in the sprit of monkey
then strange people came
thay where hidden no one saw them
all the folk saw shadows
thay wated for the sunset
they jumped up behind them
and shot them in head
now we sing the dance of the dead, the dance
of the
dead

i dont know your face no more, i feel the touch that i adore
i dont know your face no more, its just the place im looking for
we mit as well be strangers in a nother town, we mit as well liveing in a nother world

and if your heart stops beating ill be hear wondering if you get what you want


i cant control my self cause i dont know how when thay love me for it, ill be here for a while so give them....
blood, blood gallons of the stuff give them all that thay can drink and it will never be filling