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| Years of great plenty Throughout the land of sin With only faith at stake And so much more to win Now, wouldn't Lord allow us a little fun? Until the hellhounds sleep again Now you're soaked with water That your wings just won't repel But on your little crooked streak You dry them up to Hell Until the Sunday bells are calling you Until the hellhounds sleep again You enter the night in your Devil-black suit Well, we all need a little taste of that forbidden fruit And in the night Satan is divine Until the hellhounds sleep again Your path leads to nowhere and nothing is your trade Your faith barely lasts until the church bells fade I sincerely wish you better luck tonight Until the hellhounds sleep again Though the colonnades of faith with you It's what i see, it's what i love, it's what i do And now the columns are falling on you But it the colonnades of faith, we're passing through |
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