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It Hits The Fan
Strange loud music now is cranked in your face.
Try as you might, there will be no escape.
There's a light in the road ahead. I am what I am.
Run till you're out of breath when it all hits the fan.
No, they're not like us, every tyrant meets his end.
When it all falls down we rebuild again.
There's a light in the road ahead. I am what I am.
Run till you're out of breath when it all hits the fan.
The world is set on edge and revolt in the street.
Your lies come back to haunt you go into the heat.
There's a light in the road ahead. I am what I am.
Run till you're out of breath when it all hits the fan.
Strange loud music now cranked in your face.
We know where you're bound and we all meet our fate.
There's a light in the road ahead. I am what I am.
Run till you're out of breath when it all hits the fan.