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[ SK ] Get on with it
why don't you?
Say what you came to say!
Enough of this torturous game
Be on your way
You know everyone by name;
their every dirty secret hidden
buried down deep in shame
Time for blame's come and gone
Only thing left now is to stand as one
There's always a choice, so choose
Use your collective voice
and tell the Devil, FUCK OFF
Don't give him what he wants
Don't give him what he wants;
maybe he'll be on his way
Give into his demand
Give into his demand
There'll be Hell on Earth to pay
every single damned day
every single day damned
for the remainder of your
miserable lives
Say what you came to say!
Enough of this torturous game
Be on your way
You know everyone by name;
their every dirty secret hidden
buried down deep in shame
Time for blame's come and gone
Only thing left now is to stand as one
There's always a choice, so choose
Use your collective voice
and tell the Devil, FUCK OFF
Don't give him what he wants
Don't give him what he wants;
maybe he'll be on his way
Give into his demand
Give into his demand
There'll be Hell on Earth to pay
every single damned day
every single day damned
for the remainder of your
miserable lives
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