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Letras:The Prize Fighter Inferno. 78.

Have you heard
Of the word on the street
You?ve been walking down?
Save yourself, my friend.

Life is a world we never knew and
Help yourself free of this sin.
I?ve been here waiting,
Your boy is...

(Be aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!)

I don?t want to love you anymore.
Don?t want to love you...

Have you learned
From the herd
That you?ve gone and mingled with?
Help will not come round.

Bite yourself with hope to break the
Skin and bone that keep you here.
This is my world as I see fit
As you will not live.

(Be aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!)
(Now boy, if you don?t give me the knife...)

I don?t want to love you anymore.
Don?t want to love you...

Here they come, my dear.
Last chance, piggy, there?s nobody in here.
Here they come, my dear.
If the worst comes knocking, you better stay clear.

Here they come, my dear.
Last chance, piggy, there?s nobody in here.
Here they come, my dear.
Here they, here they come
The Prize Fighter Inferno