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Good evening
You're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave
Tonight's chilling episode: Death Inc.
Ow!
Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow?
Radio-you're burnin' like a star in a black hole
Did you get the memo? Pretty typo Romeo
Cutting you up like a Van Gogh
You're not fucking with us
We're not fucking with you
So you can fuck yourself
And your puppet suit
You're the wizard of flaws
We've got nothing to lose
So you can fuck yourself
And your little dog too
Yeah you can fuck yourself
We've got nothing to prove
We are the weirdos
In your stereo
Disco freak show
Death Incorporated
We are the weirdos
In the microphone
Supernatural
Death Incorporated
From beyond, yeah
Don't belong, yeah
Turn it on, yeah
Death Incorporated
