Birthday Dethday Lyrics - The Dethalbum - Dethklok

Many years ago today something grew 

inside of your mother... 

That thing was you 

YOU 

YOU YOU YOU YOU 

Did she scream did she cry 

Only those that are born are the ones that 

Get to die 

One more year closer to dying 

Rotting organs ripping grinding 

Biological discordance 

Birthday equals self abhorrence 

Years keep passing aging always 

Mutate into vapid slugs 

Doctor gives a new perscription 

Bullet in a fucking gun 

One more year closer to dying 

Plastic surgeons fuel the lying 

You forget why you came in here 

Your mind rots with every New Year 

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For the DETH of thee 

You have little time 

And you're running out of life 

Happy Birthday 

You're gonna die 

Now you're old and full of hatred 

Take a pill to masturbatred 

Children point to you and scream 

Because they will become that thing 

One more year of further suffering 

There's no point of fucking bluffing 

Open up your DETHDAY present 

It's a box of fucking nothing 

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For the DETH of thee 

You have little time 

And you're running out of life 

DIE DIE 

DETHDAY 

BIRTHDAY 

DETHDAY 

DIE DIE 

DETHDAY 

BIRTHDAY 

DETHDAY 

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For the DETH of thee 

You have little time 

And you're running out of life 

Happy Birthday 

You're gonna die