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Good evening, you're listening to Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave. Tonight's chilling episode, Death Incorporated Can you hear the bell toll, little scarecrow? Radio, you're burnin' like a star in a black hole Did you get the memo? Pretty typo Romeo Cutting you up like a Van Gogh You're not fucking with us We're not fucking with you So you can fuck yourself And your puppet suit You're the wizard of flaws We've got nothing to lose So you can fuck yourself And your little dog too Yeah, you can fuck yourself We've got nothing to prove We are the weirdos In your stereo Disco freak show Death Incorporated We are the weirdos In the microphone Supernatural Death Incorporated SongtexteFrom beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated Do you feel like a psycho? Dirty needle rodeo Painting your disease like a digital Picasso Feelin' so bad that nobody's gonna need you Spinnin' in your grave but nobody's gonna hear you We are the weirdos In your stereo Disco freak show Death Incorporated We are the weirdos In the microphone Supernatural Death Incorporated Hush little baby, go for a ride We'll take a little trip to the afterlife Hush little baby, bump in the night Demon in the daylight Shadow in the limelight From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Drop the bomb We are the weirdos In your stereo Disco freak show Death Incorporated We are the weirdos In the microphone Supernatural Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated From beyond, yeah Don't belong, yeah Turn it on, yeah Death Incorporated Let's go Until next time For more haunting tales of terror and mystery This is Broadcasting from Beyond the Grave Who's the boss now? Who— Aus Songtexte Mania