Toys R Us
You tempt me
take me to the gauls
tempt me
take me to the gaul
i love your body
all the way
i want to murder every one thats ever bled
you take me where the devil likes to play
baby not long out of the warm
virgin blood
virgin blood
only us are like dust
a million spread legged children
i hear them crying murder in the streets of heaven
take me away
throw away the key
death to the preacher
whos going to reach for
theres guts all over fighting the beatles
follow the rain
follow the rain
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