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Angel Dust First In Line

When the sun rises slowly and the haze fades away Everyone knows that the time has come close To be the first in line with the rifle in our hands You

down with the Bloodline family And the Bloodline kennels THE GREAT DEPRESSION! FOURTH TIME! X keeps it gutta and his dogs are no different You gotta respect the line... First

day When she got the news her boy body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew Angel dust

the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel-dust

silver lining And every soul is tender to the touch We are made of stone, we are made of steel And we're all the same when we return to dust But when

open shut and sigh. I am the moon and the sun, the rising and the setting, the first and final breaths, and the product of the stars. I am some immortal and pointless dust

down with the bloodline family And the bloodline kennels The great depression! fourth time! X keeps it gutter and his dogs are no differant You gotta respect the line... First

carryin' out on a gas (?) See all the others say "do what you please" Gotta get the brothers together and the right to be free In a cloud of angel dust

blood to comprehend its origin, For those who refuse to remember the past are condemned to Repeat it, The first and the last, dust to dust... History