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English Dogs Tales From The Asylum Ep

to fire [Chorus:] Cemental I seem to be sweating profusely Images burnt to the bone Convulsions and vomit explode In my head Crimson twist has returned The're draining the punk from

our site in a pickle A man unknown and deceased How to dispose of the body And we mustn't involve the police A plan was hatched to dig a hole Hidden away from

Nothing much has changed since 1983 Weapons of destruction causing poverty We are getting nowhere when will they see Ya buy one bomb ya get one bomb