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Wrong Side - Strapping Young Lad
Woke up screaming on the wrong side of the head
Dreaming of demons who'd be better off better off dead
Now I know I'm accountable for the things I've said before
But I just can't shut up and get out the door
So let's sing volumes for the souls that aren't for sale
Indeed lately there's been hell hounds on my trail
Woke up sccreaming on the wrong side of the zen
So get up get up get up get up get up get up
Get up say the word
Say the word and I'll be gone
Say the word and I'll be gone
Say the word and I'll be gone forever and ever get up get out
Singing the god for the bad in the age of the fall
Now the enemy plays for the whole f**king world
Sooner or later the nights with the satyr
Will bring back the memory
Leaving you money and time
Sweet locomotive with you as the motive
The beauty the agony mixes with honey and grime
Sly immitator the cats in the cradle the dogs in the stable will
Always remain on your mind
Sooner or later it comes to the table reminding them all
That the memory always was mine
Wake up running in the only way I can
This type of dependency turns a boy into a man
Now I know I'm accountable
Now I know I'm responsible
No peace for you little man
Say the word and I'll be gone
Say the word and I'll be gone
Say the word and I'll be gone forever and ever get up get out
Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
Singing the good for the bad in the age of the fall
Now the enemy plays for the whole f**king world
