Venom - Parasite Lyrics
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Parasite
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What Are The Lyrics For Parasite By Venom?
There was a time when hunger was mine,you'd walk the line.
You sowed the seed, your making us need,your watching us bleed,you bastard! We always felt you were a better friend,with your riches and your smiles, You helped me keep the wolves from the door, You filled our heads so full of,Lies! We always felt you were a better friend,with your iches and your smiles, You helped to keep the wolves from the door, You filled our heads so full of,Lies! Parasite! Parasite! Life was a ball and you took it all, We took a fall, You were the doubt You won't bail us out,there's no use to shout,Your dying! We always felt you were a better friend,with your riches and your smiles, You helped to keep the wolves from the door, You filled our heads so full of,Lies! We always felt you were a better friend,with your riches and your smiles, You helped to keep the wolves from the door, You filled our heads so full of,Lies! Parasite! A toffee for the kiddies,sugar and spice, Just wait a minute fella,your anything but nice! We always felt you were a better friend,with your riches and your smiles, You helped to keep the wolves from the door, You filled our heads so full of,Lies, [Repeat] Parasite! Parasite! Parasite! Parasite! |
Who Wrote Parasite By Venom?
Anthony Bray, Anthony Dolan, Jeffrey Dunn
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What's The Duration Of The Parasite By Venom?The duration of Parasite is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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