Text: Hellacopters. By The Grace Of God. All New Low.

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lookin' up from a wayside ditch now
lookin' up from your pitch black hole in the ground
there's only one place left for you to go
uncharted territories will unfold
when you go
down an all new low again
down an all new low again
all new low and you go down again
you keep on pushin' but you don't know how now
if they see fit they're gonna hit you to the ground
keep hopin' but you're in the know
they've got 'em lined up and you'll come to blows
when you go
down an all new low again
down an all new low again
all new low and you go down again
lookin' up from a wayside ditch now
lookin' up from your pitch black hole in the ground
there's only one place left for you to go
uncharted territories will unfold
when you go
down an all new low again
down an all new low again
all new low and you go down again