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L.a. Guns - Killing Machine L.a. Guns - Killing Machine |
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Make your move or make it fast
Do it right, could be your last
Iron black, cold steel heart
Tear your fucking world apart
On my killing machine
My, my killing machine
Rah, my killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness
It's a killing machine
Like you've never seen
It's a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness
Moves stealth black through the night
It leaves nothing else in sight
Psychotronic suicide
In search of genocide
Knows nothing else but hate
Is made to decimate
Shall roam the world in anger
Till nothing else is standing
On my killing machine
My, my killing machine
Rah, mah killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness
It's a killing machine
Like you've never seen
It's a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness, yeah
I shall give death my kiss
I rule supreme, in anger I dream
Aah
Make your move or make it fast
Do it right, could be your last
Iron black, cold steel heart
Tear your fucking world apart
Knows nothing else but hate
Is made to decimate, ah
Shall roam the world in anger
Till there's nothing else that stands
My, my killing machine
My, my killing machine
Rah, my killing machine
Take you to the brink of madness
It's a killing machine
Like you've never seen
It's a killing machine
Leaves a wake of hate and sadness, yeah |
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