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Anton Barbeau
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High Noon
Son Son of God Record in the charts A human cannonball Born Of virgin blood Your mama paid the price Her back against the wall And so they shot her into space Said 'stick this flag into the moon'
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
Son of Dracula I've seen the script I know the make-up man There's rats and bats and stuff Inside the crypt Inside the clean up van And with a stake right through the heart To burst a bright red blood balloon
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite High noon - has death affected you your appetite? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Don't pretend you don't know what I'm on about I tell you it's the end so pull your finger out
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
Son Son of mom Record in the charts A human cannonball Love - There's only love Your mama paid the price Her back against the wall And as they spat into her face As though she were a brass spittoon The tears that fell were full of grace And Mary sang this very tune
High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite High noon - has death affected you your appetite? High Noon - each day is longer than the one before High noon - cockroaches dancing on the kitchen floor
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