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What do you think you’d find in Satan’s Lunchbox?Who wrote the story that we’re all a little part of?Do we have a purpose or are we just here for fun?Satan’s got a lunchbox, inside he’s got a handgun
We ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shotWe ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shotWe ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shotWe ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shot
What do you think you’d find at the center of the sun?Could be molten lava or a world we’d only dream ofIs it all a game because I feel like you been playing dumbI’ll just throw some punches, not allowed to own a handgun
Doesn’t matter, could be anybodyWhat’s the matter, don’t you find it funny?Look, they’ve scattered, everybody’s runningHurry faster, can’t fight back so
We ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shotWe ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shotWe ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shotWe ran, he walked, the doors unlocked, he aimed and cocked, bullseye, good shot
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