| 1. The Accused - Dropping Like Flies |
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You got this habit you just can't shake There's not much more your body can take So you jab that needle in your vein Another load of dirt for your...
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| 2. The Accused - Bullet-ridden Bodies |
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In 1989 in New York city alone 140 youths under the age of 18 Were gunned down Gunned down Bullet ridden bodies The streets are the new battle fields...
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| 3. The Accused - The Corpse Walks |
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Alive among the lifeless How many of us still survive? Stranded in this hell Cursed by the walking dead There's not much time left now The sun has...
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| 4. The Accused - When I Was A Child |
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When I was a child I spent hours in the back of a Dark Greyhound bus. When I was a child I heard ma father curse the witch The neighborhood...
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| 5. The Accused - Pounding Nails |
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A heavy rain is pouring down Upon the mourners gathered at your grave Heads bowed in deadly silence As the priest recites your eulogy Pounding nails...
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| 6. The Accused - Voices |
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Voices, do you, do you Ever hear voices? Do you ever hear voices From the dark recesses of your mind? Voices, do you, do you Ever hear voices? Do...
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| 7. The Accused - The Night |
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Standing on a corner In the middle of the night His schizophrenic face Shrouded in the smoke Rising from the sewers Beneath the streets Cracked lips...
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| 8. The Accused - Grinning (like An Undertaker) |
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You're the filthy creature Crouched in the shadows Of a street light Hunched over your catch Shit, she's barely alive Blood dried up and caked in her...
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| 9. The Accused - Boris The Spider |
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Look, he's crawling up my wall Black and hairy, very small Now he's up above my head Hanging by a little thread Boris the spider Boris the spider ...
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| 10. The Accused - Down And Out |
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On doorsteps and in alleyways I see these fools passed out At any time of the day Crashed out in a bed of piss Empty bottle cradled in their arms. ...
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| 11. The Accused - Tapping The Vein |
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You say you're living an empty life Your days filled with nothing but misery and strife Nobody to call your own as you're slowly wasting away In this...
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