Two, three, four
Your front page boy is finally here
And it looks so good but he's insincere (Ha, ha, ha)
If you speak of the devil then he will appear
Oh, your front page boy, well, he is finally here
Well, so
Well
Stop the press
(Ah)
Are you waiting for the world to end?
Turn the record off because it don't sound like them
And now you're crawling on your knees again, ah
Turn it off because it doesn't really sound like them
Does it?
(Ah)
(Ah)
Hey, are you waiting for the world to end?
Well, turn the record off because it doesn't really sound like them, no
Are you hoping that it's just pretend?
Turn it off because it doesn't sound like them
Bones will break and blood will spill (La, la, la)
When death is crawling up the hill
And with every drink that you distill
And it leaves you crawling up the hill
Now, come on
Crawl for me
(Oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh)
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