Misfits - Dust to Dust Lyrics
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Dust to Dust
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What Are The Lyrics For Dust to Dust By Misfits?
Hey you father
For you have sinned Why did you love Let this life begin I'm not your savior I'm not your son A forgotten boy Abandoned creation With these final words I pull the switch We turn to dust, dust to dust My name is like the kiss of death And when we embrace we turn to dust With these final words I pull the switch We turn to dust, dust to dust My name is like the kiss of death And we embrace we turn to dust Turn to dust Ooh, oh Mother, father, you've answered me Your soulless son, your thing that should not be A brilliant people, upon to doubt You gave me life, but took the soul away With these final words I pull the switch We turn to dust, dust to dust My name is like the kiss of death And when we embrace we turn to dust With these final words I pull the switch We turn to dust, dust to dust My name is like the kiss of death Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Dust to dust Now, we we belong dead We belong dead, we belong dead We belong Oh With these final words I pull the switch We turn to dust, dust to dust My name is like the kiss of death And when we embrace we turn to dust With these final words I pull the switch We turn to dust, dust to dust My name is like the kiss of death And when we embrace we turn to dust We turn to dust. |
Who Wrote Dust to Dust By Misfits?
Daniel Rey, Jerry Caiafa
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What's The Duration Of The Dust to Dust By Misfits?The duration of Dust to Dust is 2:43 minutes and seconds. |
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