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• Artiste: Dead Soul Tribe
• Titre: Here Come The Pigs
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A loaded gun beneath my tongue A halo on my head The devil on my shoulder An angel on my bed Hear the sirens howling How the engines roar Heaven's on the television Hell's outside the door Let's rock Feeling all the spiders crawl Underneath my skin Sewing shut the razor cut From where I let them in Digging all their teeth and claws Deep into my veins All the while I sit and smile Trying to dig the pain Let's rock Here come the pigs into the slaughter Here come the pigs into the slaughter Feels like the walls are closing in Over my head and still sinking Feels like the walls are closing in Over my head and still sinking My shadow reaching for my throat To take away my breath Friends have come to lead me from My cradle to my death One hand held above a candle Just to feel it burn While the other wrote my suicide note To whom it may concern Let's rock