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• Artiste: TURNABOUT
• Titre: BRETHREN
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Hauntaholics, laughing all the way to hell I came with my brethren Just me and my brethren Yaaaah, Turnabout on Cutter Lane Yaaah Hauntaholics Real Haunted Mound Turnabout I came with my brethren Just me and my brethren We got them guns up The souls will follow us I got my brethren The trees rise up Buck on adderall we light them coffin up I came with my brethren Just me and my brethren We got them guns up The souls will follow us I got my brethren The trees rise up We all diе after all Burn down no alcohol Haunted mound we nеver playin Hackle gone beam ya now Bucther house we stay around The Town That Dreaded Sundown If you die right now Might as well Be with me My reaper flaring up My temper burns My eyes is all you gonna see Come up round cutter lane This gone be your last today When bloods up on the ground Bones are broken Sky is turning grey Swerve up with my brethren Have the day that you deserve Imminent demise department Send you to the barn go burn Sharpening my shoulder blades and carve them into angel wings Diamonds pierce the skin, match the rhinestone on my robin jeans When the velvet curtain falls, sisters, brethren, gang with me I'm on Haunted Mound, bonfire burn the brightest flame In the deepest night or in the broadest day Fuck boy you already know, you gon' lose your life today No grace, I'ma steal the flowers straight up off your grave I been in the attic for a while, clawing off my face I came with my brethren Just me and my brethren We got them guns up The souls will follow us I got my brethren The trees rise up Buck on adderall we light them coffin up I came with my brethren Just me and my brethren We got them guns up The souls will follow us I got my brethren The trees rise up We all die after all Burn down no alcohol Gasoline, no alcohol Huffin dust, no aerosol Slugger bat, no baseball Drag racin' the devil When I feel so down low I’ll set fire to ya soul 100,000 coffin nails, bitch we all die after all Ghost ridin' state line With my brethren 'till I die Arson time, nighty night Haunted mound 'till I die I came with my brethren Just me and my brethren We got them guns up The souls will follow us I got my brethren The trees rise up We all die after all Burn down no alcohol