All the drunks in the alleys
Are takin' up arms
To undo their whole lives in a day
If their hearts don't change before long
In the heart of the beast they will lay
He peels the wood from the walls
To get to us
He steals the the good from this town
So wash the black from your fingertips
Give in
Give in
Give in
Raise up from the cellars
Fill the streets with his dead
This time
This time
This time
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