Devil for the Fire
Vundabar
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I can see the devil for the fire
Sitting in the back all quiet and polite
Room filled up with the smell of burning tires
Demons begone, it's the season of the fly
Begone
Demons begone (the horror, the horror)
Begone
Demons begone (the horror, the horror going on)
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Laid waste crater face
Humming up the highway
Head becomes the hand becomes the knife becomes the mind
Hazmat-psychic-suit sweeping through the siding
I wanna be reborn, but how many times do I gotta die?
Begone
Demons begone (the horror, the horror)
Begone
Demons begone (the horror, the horror going on)