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Slave, behave
From cradle to grave
Save your skin
And the wages of sin
I'm flying with the queen of bats
Drinking venom with the fattest rats
Loose the lightning from the bottle
The devil's boot is on the throttle
Tastes like heaven when I'm in hell
The silver secret, Phildon tell
The spotlight burned the libertine
The red priest of the slot machine
He make correction all of the time
Ain't that a dime that sticks in mind
Bling, bling, baby, bling
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave, behave
From cradle to grave
Save your skin
And the wages of sin
I'm standing in a dead man's clothes
The highest calling and the lowest blow
Bling, bling, baby, bling
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Rage on benzitrine
Flames and gasoline
Fake goosestep oil, born unseen
From the bargain basement's broken dream
Bling, bling, baby, bling
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave, behave
From cradle to grave
Save your skin
And the wages of sin
Rage on benzitrine
Flames and gasoline
Fake goosestep oil, born unseen
From the bargain basement's broken dream
Bling, bling, baby, bling
The edge of reason is the blade I keep
Slave, behave
From cradle to grave
Save your skin
And the wages of sin