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S.O.S. Lyrics

There is a place down in the South where a host of demons dwell
It's a product of your nightmares - Dante's worst vision of hell
They'll torture you with briefings 'til your will to live is gone
They'll take five weeks of your short life and flush it down the john
It's a harvester of evil
That no one can control
And it's here to take your soul
Don't try to fight it
There's nothing you can do
S.O.S. is coming for you
The leadership instruction only Satan could devise
One whiff of this s*** and you will want to gouge out both your eyes
Scream about it all you want you'll only waste your breath
Between this and death by bonga bonga you'll choose death

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