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You sure you really wanna do this 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that It's been doing some thinking And felt fair that she should know All actions in which partake Are far beyond it's control Whether it was born or bred Genetic environment I wouldn't bother to ask it why Simply concentrate on when, when Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that It lies awake, yes, quite obsessed Making plans but it won't tell So longs to hear her final words I brought this on myself The theory of futility Now you'll learn, so be prepared Enemies are equal to Wrath times the speed of fright squared Yeah, if you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you, you If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you, you My God helps those who help themselves Of thus, she shan't be ashamed Crawl into line and wait your turn Remember Jesus slaves Department of probation Legally it can't be blamed Held therefore unaccountable Since it's clinically insane What a shame again If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you, you If you don't kill me I'm going to have to kill you, you If you don't kill me, me I'm going to have to kill you, you If you don't kill me, me I'm going to have to kill you, you, you, yeah You must decide we're out of time No place to hide your choice not mine You must decide we're out of time No place to hide your choice not mine You must decide we're out of time No place to hide your choice not mine You must decide we're out of time No place to hide your choice not mine
Writer(s): Peter Thomas Steele Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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