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Rocket From The Crypt
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Heater Hands
Lyricist:Jason Crane, Paul O'beirne, Peter Reichert, John A Reis, Andrew Stamets, Adam Willard
You're talking to a witness Of broken fingers, oh, you never give up Bet you get the shit kicked Ah, from the winners, it's just half the fun
Don't heat the hands that hold your love Before they hate you Don't heat the hands that hold your stuff Dropped out, knocked out, that's the way I like it
Time is the backside of my hand, yeah
Make it to the witness, who will be famous? Ah, they always give up Bet they get the shit kicked Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They must be winners Clocked out, knocked out, that's the way I like it
Time is the backside of my hand, yeah
You wanted a miracle It laughed in your face You call it cheap entertainment
It spits in your face You wanted a miracle It spits in your face You call it cheap entertainment
Time is the backside of my hand, yeah
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