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This Song Is About Being Attacked By Monsters

Leathermouth


We need a doctor, a fucking doctor.

They're comin' in through the windows
and breaking through all the boards I nailed up.
They look like they've been through hell
and back and have one thing on their minds.

We need a plan.

We need a doctor, a fucking doctor.
Just get a gun.
we'd better run.

We need a doctor, a fucking doctor.
They found a hole in the basement door.
They're comin up through the floor boards.
I got enough ammo but I should have prayed for more guts.
I don't care what you think I just care how you shoot.
They don't care who you are, they just care how sweet the blood.

We need a plan.

We need a doctor, a fucking doctor.
Just get a gun.
we'd better run.

We need a doctor, a fucking doctor.
Someone send in the troops get a plane in the air
We need emergency help, whatever you can fuckin spare.
(I don't fucking care.)
I'm on my own now, oh god I'm on my own.
They got a hold of me now.
It's all over.

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