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You better save your dirty souls said the lady on the street.
You better save your precious souls 'cause the end is getting near.
And it hits like a hammer, with the strength of a thousand man.
Come to feast and celebrate, see how the dead can dance.
The party's almost over you won't get another chance.
This land it is burning and our burdens are burning with it.
No, oh no.
Death comes knocking on every door and doom knows no reprieve.
No, no.
You better save your dirty souls 'cause the end is getting near.
You better save your precious souls said the lady on the street.
Our land it is burning and our burdens are burning with it.
No oh no. Death comes knocking on every door
and doom knows no reprieve, doesn't mercy me.
Death comes knocking on every door.