Wednesday 13 - From Here to the Hearse Lyrics
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From Here to the Hearse
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What Are The Lyrics For From Here to the Hearse By Wednesday 13?
She's got a price on my head,
And that price is D.E.A.D. dead, Another story of a love gone bad, Now she wants me in a body bag. I gotta get out, Get out, get away, A countdown to the end of my days, And I know she ain't gonna stop, Till I'm in the ground and starting to rot. Hey now baby you're so strange, And you like it that way, How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged. Now baby wants blood and she wants mine, Sending a shiver up my spine, Things just well from bad to worse, I guess it's all down hill now, From here to the hearse. She's got murder on her mind, And somehow I'm first in line, You tried your best to be the worst, And now I'm living with this curse. I gotta get out, Get out, get away, A countdown to the end of my days, And I know she ain't gonna stop, Till I'm in the ground and starting to rot. Hey now baby you're so strange, And you like it that way, How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged. Now baby wants blood and she wants mine, Sending a shiver up my spine, Things just well from bad to worse, I guess it's all down hill now, From here to the hearse. Hey now baby you're so strange, And you like it that way, How could something so beautiful turn out so fucking deranged. Now baby wants blood and she wants mine, Sending a shiver up my spine, Things just well from bad to worse, I guess it's all down hill now, From here to the hearse. |
Who Wrote From Here to the Hearse By Wednesday 13?
Joseph Poole
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What's The Duration Of The From Here to the Hearse By Wednesday 13?The duration of From Here to the Hearse is 3:44 minutes and seconds. |
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