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Blast of sulphur at the end of the night
Human alright, human alright
Crash a car at the end of the night
That's alright, that's alright

You drown in grease at the end of the night
Bloated tonight, I feel alright
That's a scene at the end of the night
That's alright, that's alright

What makes all the devils comfortably full
Brimming over Coffers, spilling over tills
Theirs are simply salad days, no need to ask around
Best to keep on top of them and wear the bastards down

Blast of sulphur at the end of the night
Human alright, human alright
Crash a car at the end of the night
That's alright, that's alright

Drown in grease at the end of the night
Bloated tonight, I feel alright
Split that scene at the end of the night
That's alright, that's alright

What makes up a picture of hell inside my mind?
Suffering upon the Earth caused by human kind
Corrupt politicians keep the pits alight
Never cracks the light of day, perpetually night

Blast of sulphur at the end of the night
Human alright, human alright
Crash a car at the end of the night
That's alright, that's alright

Blast of grease at the end of the night
Bloated tonight, I feel alright
Split that scene at the end of the night
That's alright, that's alright

What makes selfish children jump for joy so sweet?
Pulverizing meta grinding up the meat
Open sewer swim around sending up a flare
Tried to discuss openly and stink up all the air



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Writer(s): John Peter Dwyer
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