, brings plans inside, To where the bodies should hide... Buried in the front yard, not the back yard Buried in the front yard, not the back yard.
My M1 Abrams marches to the storm She's got 1,500 horsepower 4,000 in torque 26 ton turrets lock 'em up. She's a beast... Yeah. Nothing can stop her!
Whiiiir... Once the grinder goes 'round, First reel was full Whiiir, whiiir, two times the grinder goes 'round Second reel was full. Whiir, whiiir, whiiir
You hear, the merman swampin' around Grab your ears, look away, try to block out the sound Then you smell the sludge, see a lifeless shell Close your
Stolen from me, riches fucking sick Shadows becoming small, find them... Destroy them all! Fetch backpacks, your flashlights, We're gonna hunt those
A fire in the sky, time for do or die The feds are getting close, up against the ropes What can you make of this, with our moves so slick Continue in
You creep down streets so dark, You duck so they can't see you. Silence, you're wrong you're judged Terror! The scent gives you away But then you hear
's gotta prove) Got a chance now to win it all (Take his shot) They don't know the fix is on We call the shots and down he falls Game 6 fan in the front