WE ARE 138
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We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138
In the eyes of tiger

Do you think we're robot clean
Does this face look almost mean
Is it time to be an android not a man

The pleasantries are gone
We're stripped of all we were
In the eyes of tiger

We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8
8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8


WE BITE
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1, 2, 3, 4

We walk the streets, I'm out to get you
We bite
Just a feast of gore and blood
We bite
Carnivores live for pleasure
We bite
Strike out like a wolf's endeavor
We bite

And when I get your blood I rip your throat
Your blood I rip your throat
I want your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood

We bite, we bite, we bite, we bite

And when I get your blood I rip your throat
Your blood I rip your throat
I want your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood

We bite, we bite

And when I get your blood I rip your throat
Your blood I rip your throat
I want your blood, I rip your throat
To drink some blood

We bite, we bite, we bite, we bite


WHERE EAGLES DARE
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We walk the streets at night
We go where eagles dare
They pick up every movement
They pick up every loser
With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care

I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe

An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal
Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands

I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, babe

Let's test your threshold of pain
Let's see how long you last
That's happened in your rape
On bosoms of your past

With jaded eyes and features
You think they really care
Let's go where eagles dare
We'll go where eagles dare

I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby 
I ain't no goddamn son of a bitch
You better think about it baby, hey


WHO KILLED MARILYN? 
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5:25 August fifth, 1962
Found her lying on her chest
Her face all turning blue
You think it was an overdose
But could it have been the pact
Could it have been the Kennedys
Was it LAPD

It ain't a mystery
Baby not to me
Funny, funny, funny mystery
Baby not to me

Rotted corpse, sex decay
Breasts all full of slugs
No answer for the accident
Her cunt has all dried up, you see

5:25 August fifth, 1962
Make it seem a suicide
Make it seem a suicide
Make it seem a suicide
Make it seem a suicide

It ain't a mystery
Baby not to me
Funny, funny, funny mystery
Baby not to me

It ain't a mystery
Baby not to me
Funny, funny, funny mystery
Baby not to me

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh


WOLFS BLOOD
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You don't know what I've spoken to
While I've been gone
Know what I've gotta do and
You won't kill me
'Cause of my head

My blood feels wolfs blood
Pumping in my veins
When I feel like murdering a baby
And I feel my heart extend
And I feel my muscles break
And I feel my gums extend
And I know I'm not a man
And I still don't have my head

My blood, it's wolfs blood
Pumping in my veins
When I'm killing a five year old
And I feel my heart extend
And I feel my muscles break
And I feel my gums extend
And I know I'm not a man, oh

You don't know what I've spoken to
While I've been gone
You don't know what I've gotta do and
You won't kill me
'Cause of my head

My blood, it's wolfs blood
Pumping in my veins
When I'm killing a five year old
And I'm gonna take him up
To my house on a hill
I know why you're dead

-----All songs written by Glenn Danzig
-----Published by Evilive Music