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Letras: Fury In The Slaughterhouse. Friendly Fire.

We've got a brand new game with an age old name
Called birds and bees, it's always been the same
Since the world began

I know I play with fire and you're gasoline
I'm your fool and you're my queen
The on that I admire

Well, we've reached the top and don't look back
You took my heart and broke my neck
Ooh, how I desire
To die in your friendly fire

Well, I want you girl and that's all I want
I'll be the blitzkrieg tank at your bedroom front
And I'll roll over your landmines

In your little jungle, I'll be the snake
Throwing the apples dive in your lake
And I'll drink it dry

Well, we've reached the point of no return
We started a fire that will always burn
Ooh, how I desire
To die in your friendly fire