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1. Beast Loose In Paradise
Something's moving swarming under rugs
Cold flesh cosy home for worms and bugs
Their children, bad omen, these evil seeds will grow
Dark havens, black ravens, thunder's about to blow
Hell's already here if we are living to die
Beast loose in paradise
Who knows if we're gonna meet in heaven tonight?
Beast loose in paradise
The beast is loose!
The beast is loose!
Madness rose upon their last of kin
Crazy hungry for another sin
Their children, bad omen, these evil seeds will grow
Dark havens, black ravens, thunder's about to blow
Hell's already here if we are living to die
Beast loose in paradise
Who knows if we're gonna meet in heaven tonight?
Beast loose in paradise
The beast is loose!
The beast is loose!
Vertigo swirls down
To skeletal hell
Wrapped up in a death shroud
Biting at souls who are ready to fall
Hell's already here if we are living to die
Beast loose in paradise
Who knows if we're gonna meet in heaven tonight?
Beast loose in paradise.
Hell's already here if we are living to die
Beast loose in paradise
Who knows if we're gonna meet in heaven tonight
Beast loose in paradise
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Mama, we all go to Hell.
Mama we all go to Hell!
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well, Mama we all go to Hell.
Oh well now Mama we're all gonna die!
Mama we're all gonna die! Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry. Mama we're all gonna die...
Chorus: And when we go don't blame us, we'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah. You made us sound oh so famous, we'll never let you go. And when we go don't return to me my love.
Mama, we're all full of lies.
Mama we're meant for the flies!
And right now they're building a coffin your size. Mama we're all full of lies.
Well mother - what the war did to my legs and to my tongue, you should have raised a baby girl! I should have been a better son. If you can coddle the infection they can amputate at once! You should have been....I could have been a better son.
Chorus.
She said: 'you aint no son of mine, for what you've done they're gonna find a place for you and just you mind your manners where you go...and when you go don't return to me, my love'
oh...mama, mama, mama, mama.
Mother: 'I wish I could just call you my sweetheart, I'd maybe then sing you a song'
Gerard Way: but the shit that I've done with that fuck of a gun, you would cry out your eyes all alone!
We all cary on, through fortune and flame we fall! So raise your glass high for tomorrow we die and return to the ashes you call!
Chorus.
*MAMA- MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE -
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Hi, can I request some new lyrics please?
These aren't really speaking to me.
I don't know if it's just my dislike of My Chemical Romance or the lyrics themselves; either way, I'm struggling to find inspiration.
Thank you.
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I hate mcr but love those lyrics. Anyways, sure.
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