Freddy's Dead...
Don't you fuck with me.
Don't you fuck with me.
Don't you fuck with me.
Don't you fuck with me.
Cause I am bound for bloody glory, the world will know my murder story.
Don't you fuck with me.
Don't you fuck with me.
Don't you fuck with me.
Don't you fuck with me.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say Them,
Aaaaaaoooohhhhhh
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why was I Born, Born in this world?
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why was I Born, Born in this world?
If rebels thinking and corruption rules the day,
Hot yellow wind should come and blow them all away,
Lost souls and if I eat can more than run this show.
There's somewhere else that I can go.
To the daylight, when the night's right, raining, feeling alright.
Why, Why, Why, Why, Why was I Born, Why was I born?
Why, why, why, why, why was I Born? Why was I born?
I don't care what you have.
I don't care who you are.
You sit up there you think you're bigger than the stars.
Who gave you everything a reason just to feel.
There's nothing you have got to give,
Nothing,
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
You think Freddy's dead?
You really think Freddy's dead?


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

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