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| Bring Your Daughter...To The Slaughter Dickinson: He-he-hey! Yeah, Helsinki, ooh, alright. Say ye-yeah Crowd: Ye-yeah Dickinson: Ye-yeah Crowd: Ye-yeah Dickinson: Ye-yeah Dickinson: O-oh Crowd: O-oh Dickinson: Ye-yeah Crowd: Ye-yeah Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah Dickinson: Ye-ye-yeah Crowd: Ye-ye-yeah Honey its getting close to midnight And all the myths are in town True love and lipstick on your linen Bite the pillow make no sound If there's some living to be done Before your life becomes your tomb You'd better know that I'm the one So unchain your back door invite me around Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the
slaughter
Honey its getting close to daybreadk
Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, hey to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Let her go The sun is creeping in the sky No patent remedies for heartache Just empty words and humble pie So get down on your kneees honey Assume an attitude You just pray that i'll be waiting 'Cause you know, you know I'm coming soon Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, heyto the slaughter So pick up your foolish pride, no going back
Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go No where, no way, no place to hide Let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Dickinson: Sing fack your daughter Dickinson: Bring your daughter, fack your daughter Dickinson: Bring your daughter Crowd: Fack your daughter Dickinson: Bring your daughter Crowd: Fack your daughter Dickinson: To the slaughter Dickinson: Bring your daughter Crowd: Fack your daughter Dickinson: Bring your daughter Crowd: Fack your daughter Dickinson: Bring your daughter Crowd: Fack your daughter Dickinson: To the slaughter Aahahahahahah! AhahahahaAAAAOOH! Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, come
on to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Bring your daughter, bring your daughter, hey to the slaughter Let her go, let her go, let her go Let her go, let her go, let her go I comin' to get ya, Helsinki, fuck ya! |
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