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    [Part I]

    Yeah, yeah yeah
    Yeah, yeah yeah
    Yeah, yeah yeah
    Yeah, yeah yeah

    Calling all demons, this is the season
    Next stop is therapy
    We're the retarded and the brokenhearted
    The season of misery
    Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it
    The rejects, and waste of times
    Gonna take it further, get away with murder
    And no one here is getting out alive

    Here's to all God's losers, ra da-da da-dee!
    The bottom-feeders' frenzy
    Here's to all bloodsuckers, sing along with me
    'Cause we don't say "no," scream one, two, three!

    Yeah, yeah yeah
    Yeah, yeah yeah
    Hey!

    [Part II]

    We're too old to be misbehaved
    We sold our souls, and so ashamed of ourselves
    So we wait for Miss Judgment Day
    Write me a letter,and send it to my grave, yeah

    [Part III]

    All fucked up, beyond intervention
    Fuck the world, this is my revolution!
    Long lost souls and living in cages
    I'm on a bender, it's one for the ages

    I've got the urge to binge and surge
    The tables turn to crash and burn

    Juliana Homicide
    Make my demons come to life
    Well, Juliana Homicide
    Oh, won't you be my blushing bride?

    I chopped me a line of my best friend's ashes
    Dust to dust when the red light flashes
    What the fuck does "ok" stand for?
    When the afterlife is only worth dying for

    I've got the urge to binge and surge
    The tables turn to crash and burn

    Juliana Homicide
    Make my demons come to life
    Well, Juliana Homicide
    Oh, won't you be my blushing bride? Alright!

    Well, California's burning to the ground
    And Juliana walks on holy ground
    Where there's smoke, there's fire burning out the lights
    'Cause California's burning down tonight, tonight

    [Part IV]

    Calling all demons, this is the season
    Next stop is therapy
    We're the retarded and the brokenhearted
    The season of misery
    Here's to the wasted, I can almost taste it
    The rejects and waste of times
    Gonna take it further, get away with murder
    And no one here is getting out alive

    Here's to all God's losers, ra da-da da-dee!
    The bottom-feeders' frenzy
    Here's to all bloodsuckers, sing along with me
    'Cause we don't say "no," scream one, two, three!

    [Part V]

    We're carried away, carried away, carried away
    We're carried away, carried away, carried away
    We're carried away, carried away, carried away
    We're carried away, carried away, carried away
    We're carried away, carried away, carried away
    We're carried away, carried away, carried away

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