Mobs Make Meals Out of Men Like Me

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Mobs Make Meals Out of Men Like Me Lyrics

Falling through the
Mausoleum
Trying to hit the lights
Stone cold tomb, my
Old bedroom, I'm
Home suits me just right
The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand
Hand me my stake, fourteen
Day to die, many more
Ways to lie, to every
One outside, are they really gonna
Kill me now, are they really gonna
Clear me out, are they really gonna
Torch my house, well that's never something
I'd allow
The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you're out of this world
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you're out of this world
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you're out of this world
The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand

Falling through the
Mausoleum
Trying to hit the lights
Stone cold tomb, my
Old bedroom, I'm
Home suits me just right
The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand
Hand me my stake, fourteen
Day to die, many more
Ways to lie, to every
One outside, are they really gonna
Kill me now, are they really gonna
Clear me out, are they really gonna
Torch my house, well that's never something
I'd allow
The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you're out of this world
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you're out of this world
Everybody do this dance now
Right to the left and a knife in the chest, then a
Dip then a swirl won't ya give it a whirl once you
Stitch it all together well you're out of this world
The dead wait down the
Stairs, so say your
Prayers
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand
Pray for anarchy give a
Rash apology
Riot misery won't
Infringe if they were to
Take my fuckin'
Hand

Writer(s): Alfie Roberts
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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