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Dec 2012
death make the footprints of evil
that ignorance shall lead the blind
o ye devil wait for the kind
when Satan plays the red fiddle
let every fool dance and wiggle
through the ring of fire
time after time
return to the muck and the mire
o ye devil wait for the kind
Written by
Stu Harley
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