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f**et John Lyrics

JOHN BUILT HOUSES
HE NEEDS YOUNG MEN
NOBODY OF THEM
KNOWS THAT THEY WILL DIE
JOHN LIKES MAGICS
JOHN LIKES BOYS
IN HIS CELLAR ARE
SO MANY DEAD TOYS
f**ET JOHN´S d*** STAND UP ONLY
WHEN SOMEBODY BEGS

LOST BOYS
ARE BURIED DOWN
THEY PLAYED HIS GAME
THEY PLAYED HIS GAME

SOMETHING SICK IN THIS HOUSE
WHAT´S THIS WHAT´S THIS WHAT´S THIS
WHAT´S HIDDEN IN HIS CELLAR
CORPSES CORPSES CORPSES
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