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Strapping Young Lad Heavy As A Really Heavy Thing

tell you brother, it's easy to hold the imaging of the cod metal king falling, we're falling... back at beginnings don't mean a thing when you come to

come and gone get used to the feeling of rotting just watch it, goat boy you watch it, you're a goat down in the rust steel yard a goat boy loses limb

make careers out of being naive you, you are a fucker coz you sold my guitar you, you are a fucker, seeking fortune in bars you, you are a fucker, coz

frightened as children we came, as children we go, so never look behind you, never look behind... "fuck you" it isn't a decision. it's a sign of greater things. and a

I warned you I want you... I've come back for you go, now, far, I wait in the rain for her, stop? no... I'm quite calm, calm, come, come, calm down,

c'mon little kiddies have I got a treat for you. at first it tastes all yummy, then you start to turn blue I'll be back again next week. bring your friends