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Maylene The Sons Of Disaster Hell On The Rise

for the hills, the south's gonna take you Whores with halos, wishing for wings Your children yearning for their disease Smoke liftin, my mark, on the street Hell

run for the hills, the south's gonna take you Whores with halos, wishing for wings Your children yearning for their disease Smoke liftin, my mark, on the street Hell