Taken from the all-new version of "Anarchists of Good Taste", coming December 7.
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Lyrics:
I, I am coming
I am coming to California to kill you
I, I am coming
I am coming to rape and murder your family

You, you can try and run
But there's nowhere left to hide
I will follow the sun as it sets in the west
It will lead me right to you

3000 miles and in L.A
I can't wait to see the look on your face
As I put my gun up to your temple
Pull the trigger that sends you back to hell

You butchered my art and only to save a dollar
Are you ready to die, my friend?
Are you ready to confront the end?

Like Helter Skelter and son of Sam
By the days end you'll know who I am
I'll spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard

I won't rest until you're headless

You should have known
I would leave you helpless and alone
You were born to be a dead celebrity

Like Helter Skelter and son of Sam
By the days end you'll know who I am
I'll spill your blood on the Hollywood Boulevard

I won't rest until you're headless

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