Death Warmed Up
(You doubters, step away)
(Doubt yourself) (ha-ha-ha-ha)
(One for the shores)
(Life)
Shadow lurk, in an open grave
Hell spits out its dead
Help the living, no one's saved
The city streets they'll run red
Immortal power, reigns supreme
Their laugh it chills the air
A nightmare, or just a dream
So sleep if you dare
Death warmed up, my boiling blood
Death warmed up, the devil's calling
Look at the sky, time to die, run and hide
Death warmed up
Rip the flesh, take the heart
Sink their teeth deep inside of you
Screams and cries, and bulging eyes
The death toll begins to show
Make no sound, don't wake the dead
Get away from this nightmare
Run and hide and travel far
And all they see is red
Death warmed up, my boiling blood
Death warmed up, the devil's calling
Look at the sky, time to die, run and hide
Death warmed up
Shadows move back in their grave
The sun, it begins to show
Lay to rest when it's light
The day it makes them go
Gates of hell are open wide
To receive the savage dead
But we are safe, at least for now
Until the day they rise
Death warmed up
Forgotten by this welfare state
They won't help now it's too late
Outcast, reject, social disease
Nowhere to turn, I'm on my knees
I'm on my knees
Forgotten by the friends I had
So confused I'm going mad
I've got a plan, revenge I'll take
Leaving bodies in my wake
Hey buddy, can you spare a dime? (No!)
Alright, it's killing me
In my eyes see your last breath
The knife goes in a painful death
(A painful death)
A painful death
Looking down on those who need
Don't you regret your greed
Misery, but now I'm freed
Filthy rich, I'll make you bleed
Make you pay
Run away
Steal you cash
Now you are trash
Live to kill, kill to live
Rich to poor, I want more
Shallow grave for you tonight
Leave your body out of sight
Rich kid buried in the ground
Money man, you won't be found
You won't be found
Creeping terror in the park
I stalk my victims after dark
Once again the time has come
To pay the price for what they've done
Hey buddy, can you spare a dime? (No!)
Alright, it's killing me
In my eyes see your last breath
The knife goes in a painful death
(A painful death)
A painful death
Looking down on those who need
Don't you regret your greed
Misery, but now I'm freed
Filthy rich, I'll make you bleed
Make you pay
Run away
Steal you cash
Now you are trash
(Doubt yourself) (ha-ha-ha-ha)
(One for the shores)
(Life)
Shadow lurk, in an open grave
Hell spits out its dead
Help the living, no one's saved
The city streets they'll run red
Immortal power, reigns supreme
Their laugh it chills the air
A nightmare, or just a dream
So sleep if you dare
Death warmed up, my boiling blood
Death warmed up, the devil's calling
Look at the sky, time to die, run and hide
Death warmed up
Rip the flesh, take the heart
Sink their teeth deep inside of you
Screams and cries, and bulging eyes
The death toll begins to show
Make no sound, don't wake the dead
Get away from this nightmare
Run and hide and travel far
And all they see is red
Death warmed up, my boiling blood
Death warmed up, the devil's calling
Look at the sky, time to die, run and hide
Death warmed up
Shadows move back in their grave
The sun, it begins to show
Lay to rest when it's light
The day it makes them go
Gates of hell are open wide
To receive the savage dead
But we are safe, at least for now
Until the day they rise
Death warmed up
Forgotten by this welfare state
They won't help now it's too late
Outcast, reject, social disease
Nowhere to turn, I'm on my knees
I'm on my knees
Forgotten by the friends I had
So confused I'm going mad
I've got a plan, revenge I'll take
Leaving bodies in my wake
Hey buddy, can you spare a dime? (No!)
Alright, it's killing me
In my eyes see your last breath
The knife goes in a painful death
(A painful death)
A painful death
Looking down on those who need
Don't you regret your greed
Misery, but now I'm freed
Filthy rich, I'll make you bleed
Make you pay
Run away
Steal you cash
Now you are trash
Live to kill, kill to live
Rich to poor, I want more
Shallow grave for you tonight
Leave your body out of sight
Rich kid buried in the ground
Money man, you won't be found
You won't be found
Creeping terror in the park
I stalk my victims after dark
Once again the time has come
To pay the price for what they've done
Hey buddy, can you spare a dime? (No!)
Alright, it's killing me
In my eyes see your last breath
The knife goes in a painful death
(A painful death)
A painful death
Looking down on those who need
Don't you regret your greed
Misery, but now I'm freed
Filthy rich, I'll make you bleed
Make you pay
Run away
Steal you cash
Now you are trash
Credits
Writer(s): Jason William Mcloughlin, David Frederick Pugh, Philip Geoffrey Bury, John Andrew Elliott, John Simon Bury
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