1. |
We Need Blood
03:17
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WE NEED BLOOD, WE NEED BLOOD
WILL YOU PLEASE OFFER YOUR NECK TO US
WE NEED BLOOD, WE NEED BLOOD
COME NOW, THERE'S NO NEED TO MAKE A FUSS
GOT NO USE FOR YOUR MONEY
GOT NO USE FOR YOUR LOVE
GOT NO USE FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP OR YOUR
SENSE OF RIGHT OF WRONG
WE NEED BLOOD
WE NEED BLOOD, WE NEED BLOOD
WE HOPE THAT YOU WILL UNDERSTAND
WE NEED BLOOD, WE NEED YOUR BLOOD
AND WE WILL GET IT ANYWAY WE CAN
GOT NO USE FOR YOUR MONEY
GOT NO USE FOR YOUR LOVE
GOT NO USE FOR YOUR FRIENDSHIP OR YOUR
SENSE OF RIGHT OF WRONG
WE NEED BLOOD
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SOON THE LIGHTS GO OUT
AND WHEN THE LIGHTS GO OUT
EVERYTHING WILL DIE BEFORE OUR EYES
SPIT OUT ALL IT'S FUEL
NATURE IS SO CRUEL
SOMETIMES I WONDER IF ITS ALL IT CAN DO
AND I START TO UNDERSTAND
ALL OF OUR ACTIONS ARE MEANINGLESS
THAT IS NOT A CLOUD
THE SKY TURNS INSIDE OUT
THE MOON, IT SCREAMS AND DISAPPEARS
I CAN'T TAKE NO MORE
BECAUSE I KNOW THE SCORE
THIS AFTERNOON WILL CLAIM US ALL
AND I START TO UNDERSTAND
ALL OF OUR ACTIONS ARE MEANINGLESS
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3. |
Tainted Love
02:15
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4. |
Molly Molly
03:28
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MOLLY MOLLY, CRAWL INTO ME
BECOME THE HOST OF MY BAD DREAMS
YOUR SCREAMS SEND CHILLS DOWN MY SPINE
MOLLY MOLLY, POSSESS MY SOUL
BOIL MY BLOOD AND SHAKE MY BONES
MAKE ALL OF YOUR SUFFERING MINE
AND IN TIME
I WILL MAKE MINE YOURS TOO
MOLLY MOLLY, BRIGHT AS THE SUN
MOLLY MOLLY, COLD AS A GUN
PRESSED AGAINST MY ACHING HEAD
MOLLY MOLLY, DON'T ROCK THE BOAT
JUST WRAP YOUR FINGERS AROUND MY THROAT
IF YOU WANT I'LL BE GOOD AS DEAD
SEEING RED
'CAUSE ALL I THINK ABOUT IS
YOU AND ME
A NIGHTMARE TO BE
SLEEPING IN THE CORNER OF YOUR MIND
YEAH, YOU ARE BOTH
THE LOCK AND THE KEY
I WILL BE YOUR PRISONER
I WILL BE YOUR PRISONER
I DON'T KNOW
ALL I KNOW IS I WANT
YOU AND ME
A NIGHTMARE TO BE
SLEEPING IN THE CORNER OF YOUR MIND
YEAH, YOU ARE BOTH
THE LOCK AND THE KEY
I WILL BE YOUR PRISONER
I WILL BE YOUR PRISONER
MOLLY MOLLY, CRAWL INTO ME
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