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The nature of the beast
our minds don’t stand to reason
we dance to the beat
of a different drum
we know what we do
has heavenly sanction
it’s not by chance
we pick on you
it’s the season
of the kill
there is nothing
we can do
you call us names
it makes no difference
we are simple people
we love our children
treat our wives kind
when it’s time to die
we die
but not alone.
we dance to the beat
of a different drum
we know what we do
has heavenly sanction
it’s not by chance
we pick on you
it’s the season
of the kill
there is nothing
we can do
you call us names
it makes no difference
we are simple people
we love our children
treat our wives kind
when it’s time to die
we die
but not alone.
Published 20th Feb 2015
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28th Feb 2015 2:53pm
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