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Strung Out - Cemetery lyrics
An electric concrete fantasy Where the billboards keep on warning me That if I don't keep moving, I'll get stuck in this place Where nobody gets out alive. The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay, A cemetry called Los Angeles. The sun holds no regrets The natives sway under arrest As all the stars fall from the sky. Now we've all sold our souls We're just waiting for the show To begin here at the edge. What the hell we doing here We're everywhere But no one's here, Bodies in motion, desperate motion. The angels have all gone insane I know I'll never be the same so let it ride We're going for a ride. Now we've all sold our souls We're just waiting for the show To begin here at the edge. Now I watch those zombies celebrate The burning of their favorite heretics and demigods. The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay, A cemetry called Los Angeles. The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay, A cemetry called Los Angeles. The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay, A cemetry called Los Angeles. The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay, A cemetry called Los Angeles. {fade}The dead all came out to play in this metropolitan decay, A cemetry called Los Angeles. |
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