Из альбома: Furnished Souls for Rent
Get up, sit down, get up, get up, sit down
Sit up, get down, sit up, sit up, get down
Sup up, speak up, shut up, shut up, speak up
What's up, you look confused, confused, abused
And bruised
You look to as if you lost your mind
Tell me, have you lost your
Mind your manners in hell
You don't think they're gonna decorate you
Free pass when you kill your neighbor
Backstage you'll hang out with your maker
Get up, get on the busy, you're going on a trip
I promise you're blasting straight to paradise
You're showed in gold, you live 1000 lives
For God, you take your own and others' lives
Tell me, have you lost your
Mind your manners in hell
You don't think they're gonna decorate you
Free pass when you kill your neighbor
Backstage you'll hang out with your maker
You know there's no turning back
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