Running Wild - Mr. Deadhead [2017 Remaster] Lyrics
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Mr. Deadhead [2017 Remaster]
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What Are The Lyrics For Mr. Deadhead [2017 Remaster] By Running Wild?
Brainless and narrow minded, a blockhead all the way
Prejudice's your religion, your maxim's to betray Evil and overbearing stupid cupidity A mean and rotten racist, your fall is what I foresee Tunes of hate, dirty lies and prate Envy is poisoning your soul Evil blood, you try to hatch a plot But you'll never reach your goal Mr. Deadhead, venomous toad Mr. Deadhead, your soul will rot Mr. Deadhead, habitual liar Mr. Deadhead, hate's your desire A slave to evilness, you'll face the truth No more venom-lies, you will pay for your does Hatred ate your heart, tearing your soul apart The devil veils your soul with eternal dark Tunes of hate, dirty lies and prate Envy is poisoning your soul Evil blood, you try to hatch a plot But you'll never reach your goal Mr. Deadhead, venomous toad Mr. Deadhead, your soul will rot Mr. Deadhead, habitual liar Mr. Deadhead, hate's your desire Brainless and narrow minded, a blockhead all the way Prejudice's your religion, your maxim's to betray Evil and overbearing stupid cupidity A mean and rotten racist, your fall is what I foresee Tunes of hate, dirty lies and prate Envy is poisoning your soul Evil blood, you try to hatch a plot But you'll never reach your goal Mr. Deadhead, venomous toad Mr. Deadhead, your soul will rot Mr. Deadhead, habitual liar Mr. Deadhead, hate's your desire |
Who Wrote Mr. Deadhead [2017 Remaster] By Running Wild?
Rolf Kasparek
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