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Yes, I come from the Peppermint Tribe
Where people come and then they die.
To hail me. To hail me.

With tomahawks of candy cane
We split their heads and eat the brains.
Hail me. Oh, hail me.

All the while I see your face is turning.
Hold the fire while the clock keeps ticking.
Talk of Jesus, still your pain won't end.
Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying.
Slippin' through,
Time's slippin' through your hands.

With guns of chalk we write our names.
We wrote the book. We author pain.
Hail me. Hail me.

The T.V. speaks in murderous rhymes.
The clues we leave and hope you'll find.
Hail me. Oh hail me.

All the while I see your face is turning.
Hold the fire while the clock keeps ticking.
Talk of Jesus, still your pain won't end.
Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying.
Slippin' through,
Time's slippin' through your hands.

(solo)

Hold the fire while the clock keeps ticking.
Talk of Jesus, still your pain won't end.
Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying.
Slippin' through your
Slippin' through your hands.

Yes, we come from the Peppermint Tribe
Where losers come to fix their mind.
Hail me. Oh, hail me.

With giant walls are sugar made
We close you in and build the grave.
Hail me. Oh, hail me.

All the while I see your face is turning.
Hold the fire while the clock keeps ticking.
Talk of Jesus, still your pain won't end.
Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying.
Slippin' through your,
Slippin' through your...

The witches dancing inside their caves.
The people all go insane
From the Peppermint Tribe...

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