Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness Madness is the gift that has been given to me.
I can see inside you the sickness is rising It seems that all that was good has died Oh, no. The world is a scary place Now that you've woken up the demon in me.
BOBBY, WILL YA GIVE IT TO ME?
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Get up, come on get down with the sickness You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness Open up your hate and let it flow into me.
Why can't you just fuck off and die And get down with the sickness FUCK YOU, I don't need this shit I'm down with the sickness You stupid, sadistic, abusive fucking whore Get down with the sickness
Here it comes Get ready to die
Get ready to die.
Trilha sonora de Madrugada dos Mortos. By: Rodrigo Munhóz