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Dethklok - "Murdertrain A Comin (album Version)"
Lyrics to Murdertrain A Comin (album Version) : Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two It cannot be stopped The train is fueled by chopped bodies Filled with sorrow There is no tomorrow Ticket is your life Ended by a knife Called the murder train Eternity of pain Oh yeah, you know what Im talking about There is no escape but death Your life is just A murder train a comin Alright, you ready Skwissgaar' (Yeah) Now play me some blues. (Here goes nothin) [Start solo] (Ives never beens so depressed as my life right nows! Boy, I really am playinks dem blues! How bout a little bit of dis! Oh, yeah! You knows it! Mans, listens to the feel behinds dis! Yeah!) [End solo] Ok. Hold it. Hold on for-hold on for one second. (Hey looks its Mashed Pattatos Johnson!) (Hey, dude, Mashed Pattato Johnson!) (Oh, wowie, hows it goin Mashed Pattato Johnson') Hi, boys. I thought you might have forgotten about good old Mashed Pattato Johnson. (No, we havent forgotten about yous.) (Dude, no way.) Now, I was listenin to your playin Skwissgaar, (Yeah') and I think you might have-you might have forgotten a couple lessons about dem blues. (Sos who cares') Now listen to this, Baaaa. Yeah, Yeah. Bobo, do da daaay hey, hey. (Ha! A grampas guitars) Bobo (Haha, grampas guitar) hey-ay-ay. I say hey, I got blues. And Im Mashed Pattato Johnson. Yea-ah Alright boys, yall know what youre doin. Im gonna let myself out of here. Dethklok Rules! Here comes the soul collecting train of murder a-comin It longs to take your putrid blackened soul away from you Your face will leave your rotting head, in the early morning Your guts will leave your corpse, your spine will break and crack in two It cannot be stopped The train is fueled by chopped bodies Filled with sorrow There is no tomorrow Ticket is your life Ended by a knife Called the murder train Eternity of pain (Hey was that Mashed Pattato Johnson back there') Yeah it was. (I shoulda said hi.) Yeah... There is no escape but death Your life is just A murder train a comin This is the most depressing thing Ive ever heard in my entire life. Good work, boys. [ Murdertrain A Comin (album Version) Lyrics ]
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