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Fangs Out - ‘86 Death Cult Classic Lyrics




I bare my golden fangs and cast the first stone
A pox on the rats who abandoned the kinship
Leaving me for a deadman in the throes
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore

You're already dead
You're already dead
You're all dead

I tear open old wounds and spill the bad blood
A boundless divide too impossible to bridge
Refused salvation from the coming flood
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore

You're already dead
You're already dead
You're all dead

Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand

You turned your back on rock and roll
Followed the first saint that could save your soul
You turned your back on rock and roll
Followed the first saint that could save your soul

You're already dead
You're already dead
You're already dead
You're already dead

Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand
Hanged in effigy for all traitors to see
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I bare my golden fangs and cast the first stone
A pox on the rats who abandoned the kinship
Leaving me for a deadman in the throes
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore

You're already dead
You're already dead
You're all dead

I tear open old wounds and spill the bad blood
A boundless divide too impossible to bridge
Refused salvation from the coming flood
I want a good old fashioned war
The kind of war that splits the world in two
The kind that widows the moon
The kind of hell that men adore

You're already dead
You're already dead
You're all dead

Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand

You turned your back on rock and roll
Followed the first saint that could save your soul
You turned your back on rock and roll
Followed the first saint that could save your soul

You're already dead
You're already dead
You're already dead
You're already dead

Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand you gorged yourself sick with
When there was nothing left to take
Cut off the hand
Hanged in effigy for all traitors to see
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Writer: Alex Didlock, Ben Swash, Jon Remblance, Mikey White
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