Broadcasting From Beyond the Grave: Death Inc.

Good evening

You're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave

Tonight's chilling episode

Death Incorporated

Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow?

Radio, you're burning like a star in a black hole

Did you get the memo? Pretty typo Romeo

Cutting you up like a Van Gogh

You're not fucking with us, we're not fucking with you

So you can fuck yourself and your puppet suit

You're the wizard of flaws, we've got nothing to lose

So you can fuck yourself and your little dog too

(Yeah, you can fuck yourself, we've got nothing to prove)

We are the weirdos in your stereo

Disco freak show, Death Incorporated

We are the weirdos in the microphone

Supernatural, Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated

Do you feel like a psycho? Dirty needle rodeo

Painting your disease, like a digital Picasso

Feeling so bad, that nobody's gonna need you

Spinning in your grave, but nobody's gonna hear you

We are the weirdos in your stereo

Disco freak show, Death Incorporated

We are the weirdos in the microphone

Supernatural, Death Incorporated

Hush little baby, go for a ride

We'll take a little trip to the afterlife

Hush little baby, bump in the night

Demon in the daylight, shadow in the limelight

From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah, drop the bomb

We are the weirdos in your stereo

Disco freak show, Death Incorporated

We are the weirdos in the microphone

Supernatural, Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated

From beyond, yeah, don't belong, yeah

Turn it on, yeah, Death Incorporated, let's go!

Until next time

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