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The factory you're ready to strike the factory is gonna catch fire got the gasoline and the match to light got the stains on your clothes from last night's fight back door is shut you pick the lock pages in a pile as they take the shot smoking guns, pistols cocked always ready to kill, ready to stop anyone who disagrees with a crooked plot the crooked cops, sirens off they bust the door, your pour the gasoline on pages in your hand they shoot your arm second bullet hits, but you still respond you strike the match your pulse is gone If nobody sees you, no one will know save for the priest in the confessional the mind moves fast but the body moves slow no time to waste, 'cuz the cops might show ripping out the pages of the Bible you stole hide them in a bag with the chemical courage, man...you're a proffesional No one was seen, no potential threats Songtexteyou run to the store, some matches to get 50p is down, your hands are wet you're nervous now, man...you've started to sweat face is so white, you can't forget they've killed everyone who tried to start it almost there you see the darkened silloutte of... the factory you're ready to strike the factory is gonna catch fire got the gasoline and the match to light got the stains on your clothes from last night's fight back door is shut you pick the lock pages in a pile as they take the shot get the pages out...get the pages out... light the pages now.... Aus Songtexte Mania