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Binge And Purge
Lyrics 
Perhaps, it's just the way the light falls
But everything looks like a target to me
And I don't know where the gun is
But I'm certain that it's pointed at me
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Features Of This Song
hard rock roots
repetitive melodic phrasing
extensive vamping
minor key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
heavy electric rhythm guitars
a gravelly male vocalist
offensive lyrics

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Come on motherfucker, let's go
Come on motherfucker, let's go
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
Hey there, hey fella, hey there, hey fella
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
And in the jungle, wretched jungle
Hey there, hey fella, hey there, hey fella
Come on, rear your ugly head to me
The root of the problem has been isolated
I'll put it on a platter
I've got nothing to lose but my apathy
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
But everything looks like a target to me
Dripping with a voracious appetite
Let's throw down
Perhaps, it's just the way the light falls
And all around it is a colliseum
It is evident that something's bound to happen
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
In the course of all the previous events
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
I'll put it on a platter
The root of the problem has been isolated
So, come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on, motherfucker, let's go
They say the lion eats tonight
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Songwriters: Neil Fallon, Jean-Paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Tim Sult
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
Hey, there fella
The root of the problem has been isolated
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Just rear your ugly fuckin' head
Come on, motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Just try me, just try me
Publishers: FREON JUSTICE MUSIC, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC
But I'm certain that it's pointed at me
And I don't know where the gun is
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
I say hey there, fella
What are you waiting for?
Come on, motherfucker, let's go
The root of the problem has been isolated
Hey, there fella
Just rear your ugly fuckin' head
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