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Pantera The Great Southern Trendkill

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, and fuck the long dead plastic scene Pierce a new hole, if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL That's right, THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL

magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene Pierce a new hole, if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL That's right, THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL

: My skin is cold, Transfusion with somebody Morose and old, Drop into fruitless dying It was tempting and bared, The whoring angel rising Now burning

: Cheap cocaine, a dry inhale, the pills that kill and take the pain away Diet of life, shelter without, the face that cannot see inside yours and mine

: A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth of the outsiders, lawyers, police A small price to pay for the dope and the guns and the rape, it