Small Arms Dealer
Small Arms Dealer - Venkman, Burn In Hell lyrics
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I remember the headaches the swelling and the staircase The nights when sleep would never come My outrage is abundant, fasecious, redundant I long for a punchline that never comes So I'll sit and wait In this very spot 'Till my dying day Give or take I've got faith But I wont belive No matter what you say Think again, amen! Have you noticed the earthquakes, the bloodshed and the heartache A mother's prayer to spare her only son Who answers? it's not him, it's no one, it's nothing The hand of fate that never was So I'll sit and wait And when the time has come To step in my grave I wont hesitate I've got faith But I can't believe A fucking word you say Not again, amen! Sometimes I just get terrified To scared to open up my eyes I had to watch my father die Yet you'll pay a man to prophesize Well it should come as no surprise When I kick in the door and come inside Pull up a chair and speak my mind You've said your piece Now listen to mine I'll sit and wait Until you've got the guts To come and conversate Face to face I've got faith but get that book Out of my fucking face I wont ask again Amen Remember the headaches