Birth Control - Get Ready To Run lyrics

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Everybody listen

Hosts of famished mummies crossed the Nile

Leavin' death and chaos

Walkin' corpses – Buddy get it right

They kill without frustration, blind with rage

Black death is comin', will it seal our fate

It makes a claim of bare life, hope and food

They beat us to a mummy, ain't got nothin' to lose

Yeah, you got nothin' to lose

Panic pandemonium

Not for the world stand rooted to the ground

Apologies are useless

Take a seat in any underground

Now the wheels are rolling, hear the clown

Rope ladders to the moon for sure sold out

They make a claim to your life, hope and foot

They beat us to a mummy, ain't got nothin' to lose

Get ready to run, get ready to run

No superstition gonna save your sun

Get ready to run, get ready to run

Get out of here

Get ready to run, get ready to run

No possibility to overcome

Get ready to run, get ready to run

Get out of here, we go to hell can't stop insanity

Get out!

Get ready to run, get ready to run

No superstition gonna save your sun

Get ready to run, get ready to run

Get out of here

Get ready to run, get ready to run

No possibility better make (? their?) going wrong

Get ready to run, get ready to run

Get out of here, we go to hell can't stop insanity

Get ready while the (? darken?) sends

Get ready to run