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You got involved with some crooked cats
You thought they were blood but it wasn’t like that
They got you in trouble and they just ran like rats
From a wreck man
Then you were watching Beetlejuice that was on TV
When in a flash you saw a vision of your enemy
You said I’m gonna do them like they mean to do me
You just check man
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
And the man at the door on 42nd street
You thought they were blood but it wasn’t like that
They got you in trouble and they just ran like rats
From a wreck man
Then you were watching Beetlejuice that was on TV
When in a flash you saw a vision of your enemy
You said I’m gonna do them like they mean to do me
You just check man
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
And the man at the door on 42nd street
He says Gimme a reason to knock you off your feet
But his one-inch forehead and his sick black teeth
Are no threat man
Then you get to the boss with the crocodile skin
You punch him in the gut and then you kick him in the chin
He played you like a snake on a violin
What a joke man
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
When a big fat moon is rising
Like blood on the horizon
And there’s no compromising
Or regrets man
When a big fat moon is rising
But his one-inch forehead and his sick black teeth
Are no threat man
Then you get to the boss with the crocodile skin
You punch him in the gut and then you kick him in the chin
He played you like a snake on a violin
What a joke man
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
When a big fat moon is rising
Like blood on the horizon
And there’s no compromising
Or regrets man
When a big fat moon is rising
Like blood on the horizon
And there’s no compromising
Or regrets man
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
And there’s no compromising
Or regrets man
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
Wait for the Glad Tidings
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