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Welcome one and welcome all
Welcome to the master's hall
Welcome to the
Welcome to the
Welcome to the
of savagery
Master...savage

Master of savagery
Master...savage

New age dogma darkened forms
In this hell beneath, I rot

Master of savagery
Master
Saturday night at the Adam Smith Hall
The couples all move to the dance master's call
Tonight they've no problems, no worries at all
The dancing's
he heard his master frown and say
No poor old bones could stand this life of mine

Dapple Rose he doesn't want you anymore 
Times gone by you will
lust spills my blood
Your bodies in the mind

Master of disaster
Master, master
Master of disaster
Master, master of disaster

It's going piece
crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
My master's gone away

And When he would ride in
crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
My master's gone away

And When he would ride in
Bats in the roof, cats in the hall
Dust on the stairway, gnats on the wall

Big rain comin'
Big rain comin' this way
Rain on the rock
Rain
To his lord

Strange beastie from the legend lair Sire,
I can master with the aid of this
Skull powdered cord
crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
Jimmy, crack corn and I don't care
My master's gone away

And When he would ride in
within a stony lamp-lit hall
Under falling grains of sand
Magic eyes glance magic pages
Turned by magic hands

And as he spoke I watched in awe
(Only one will stay alive)

He who lives by the sword
(He who lives by the sword)
Will surely also die
(Will surely also die)
He who lives in sin
dawn when the cars were gone, did he hear the master's call?

In the five-and-dime did he wake and find he was only dreamin after all, 'cause


This is
In Hell s corrupt and sunken halls the rising shall begin,
The bane of man immortal - the parade of broken dead.
With greed our worldly master, so
bid to go to the lady's door and stretch out by her side"
"Lie down, lie down, my good master, here's a blanket to your hand
And I'll waken you in
rifle
There are many like it but this one is mine
My rifle is my best friend
It is my life
I must master it as I must master my life
Without me my rifle
This is the number one song in heaven
Written, of course, by the mightiest hand
All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master
They
semis
Its a nightmare livin' in one o'these
We never dreamed it would end up like this
This housing estate just takin' the piss

Livin' on newt
This is the number one song in heaven
Written, of course, by the mightiest hand
All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master
They
This is the no. 1 song in heaven
Written, of course, by the mightiest hand
All of the angels are sheep in the fold of their master
They always follow
you have dredged up
Are on letters forwarded from hell

The streets were by now deserted
The gangs had trudged off home
The lights clicked off in
dawn when the cars were gone, did he hear the master's call?

In the five-and-dime did he wake and find he was only dreamin after all, 'cause


This is
hall of fame
All should bow in respect to the master of the game

At best we think that this is just a mild form of oppression
But this is it, this
a "boy"
This alderman, confounding Tammany Hall
In whose employ King Tamanend himself preceeded John’s fall

So we all raise a standard
To which the wise
this gate within deadly rites

Taken by the void, recreate this primal state
Perish in the poisoned skin of decay
Emerge from these confines