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Lyrics

Unclean

I got solution I got the GRIP

I got to change I’ve got the sickness

Lusting face…green and red

The cash is burning holes in my head

 

This is The. Murder. Train.

This. Is. The. Murder. Train.

Powered on all these lives that feed

Lives falling. unclean.

 

Rats in Paradise!

 

I got solution I got the Grip

I’ve got to change I’ve gotta get sick

Positive for all to see

These lives fallen, unclean…clean?

I am unclean

Take it up the backside, Unclean

I am unclean!

Take it up the backside, Unclean

 

Rats in Paradise

 

Did you wanna grow up?

Did you want to grow up?

Grow up/Throw up

Turn or burn

I am unclean!

Take it up the backside, unclean

I am unclean!

I am unclean

Your not awhore

I am

Unclean