Deadhead Syndicate

We own the streets — by the force we rule
Wherever we may roam you meet the hand of doom
Law and order have failed, the rules no longer apply
Chaos i king, the system has died
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Don’t cross our way — or this judgement day
Raising hell out the streets, knocking people off their feet
Killing with a stolen gun, it could happen to anyone
To break the law it ain’t enough, must be cruel, must be tough
Look around what do you see? A blood shedding philosophy
Taking a life or giving birth, shed a tear what is it worth
Society is at our will, getting ready for the kill
You can try to run and hide, find a shelter in the night
Gonna find you anyway break your will and make you pay
Deadhead Syndicate
Godfathers of hell — doing as they please
With power beyond measurement, they’re spreading the disease
Politicians lie as they participate
On the payroll of The Syndicate — the bloody hand of fate
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