Gimme gimme sell your souls
I skin and strip you bold(ly)
My revenue ain't yours
All means my way, I'm mightyI clutch what's mine, yours sevenfold
I leave you in the cold
Got all my schemes in place
You stifle in my mazeAll you shysters
Seek shelter on the last day
While you laugh loud, disclaiming
As your dire end will come/dawn on you
Ah you.!
Possesed, in your mask, and a dirty heart
Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of usThe saints are marching again
And harvest souls
Taking every single oneThe saints march again
And harmony
Is here, ye can go testifyDon't you dream you're ever safe
I ll get you in your grave
Go molest your heirs with my
sleight of hand attorneys -I
Profit at your dear expense
Cash in, perform my prance
Relinquish and lose what you
toiled for, anyway
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