On my way on coming down I had a vision of loss On my way from the coroner I left it out all lying in a box Its been a long time coming And your times coming Round, round, round the clock And your sweet surrender Ill hold How many times will the culprit kill? With the help of the president A perfect kill In the meadow theres a child With a bullet in his head In your bed Assume your dead Tick, tick, boom! Your days of glory Have long been beside you Running round in circles Gotcha feeling like youre some kind of slug And Im so sorry To bleed for the Heavenly devil Your sweet surrender Ill hold How many times will the culprit kill? With the help of the president A perfect kill In the meadow theres a child With a bullet in his head In your bed Assume your dead Tick, tick! How many times will the culprit kill? With the help of the president A perfect kill In the meadow theres a child With a bullet in his head In your bed Assume your dead Tick, tick, boom!
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