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You Bastard You
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... in your grave
No more children will you crave
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... shot in the head
For your sickness that you fed
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... and at Hell's gate
No more monsters can you create
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... you won't be missed
Maybe my nightmares won't exist
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... with all your sin
It'll be cursed ground you sink in
You bastard you
When you're dead..... in your grave
No more children will you crave
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... shot in the head
For your sickness that you fed
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... and at Hell's gate
No more monsters can you create
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... you won't be missed
Maybe my nightmares won't exist
I'll be glad when you're dead
You bastard you
When you're dead..... with all your sin
It'll be cursed ground you sink in
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