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Wratchild America Climbin The Walls

Step under the streetlight let me see your face There's a madman loose in this neighborhood He draws blood 'cause he likes the taste Carries a knife,

cop 'Cause I'm Climbin' the walls standin' on the edge Climbin' the walls insanity's the ledge Climbin' the walls till I can't catch my breath Climbin' the walls

Ticking away the moments That make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground In your hometown

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know My death has been avenged The smell down here is rancid My breath it reeks of sin Been buried alive, my corpse will rise Revenge lies deep within My soul it climbs