It's not my imagination
i've got a gun on my back!
promises you made never become fact
we're gonna get revenge
you won't know what hit you
we're tired of being screwed
don't tell me about tomorrow
don't tell me what i'll get
i can't think of progress when just around the corner
there's a bed of cold pavement waiting for me revenge!
i'll watch you bleed revenge!
that's all i'll need i won't cry if you... die! die!
we're gonna get revenge you won't know what hit you
we're tired of being screwed revenge!
revenge!
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