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B is for Napalm (new Single)

from the creator of Dance Puny Mortals Dance & Kill it till dead! comes... Old Fashion Napalm. Critics agree this light and inspirational blah blah is quite possibly the blah blah of blah blah.
enjoy.




Lyrics:

What’s that standing in front you.
Is that your fear?
Seems like. It’s growing extra large.
You’re filled with tears

Well I know a way, for us to be free
Let go of your pain, and follow me.
And I know a place where we can run
AND BLOW OUR FEARS TO KINGDOM COME!

Old Fashion Napalm! We’re blowing our fears, to kingdom come!
Old Fashion Napalm! And we won’t stop till this thing is gone!
Old Fashion Napalm! Blow way your fears; blow way your shame.
Old Fashion Napalm! By-God-we’re-go-na-win this game!

Who says, you got to live your life
So unfulfilled?
Who says, you got to spend your days
Taking a pill

Well enough is enough, get up and fight.
Don’t have to be tough, no that’s alright
Here is a sword, and here is your bomb
NOW BLOW THAT LIE TO KINGDOM COME!

Old Fashion Napalm! We’re blowing that lie, to kingdom come!
Old Fashion Napalm! And we won’t stop till this thing is gone!
Old Fashion Napalm! Blow way your fears; blow way your shame.
Old Fashion Napalm! By-God-we’re-go-na-win this game!


[spoken piece

You may think I’m weird.
You may think I’m a freak.
But I sim-ply-re-fuse to live
My life feeling weak

And you don’t have to love me
You don’t have to care
But I found a way to live free
I’m blowing up the house of fear!

Old Fashion Napalm! We’re blowing it into the enemy’s door!
Old Fashion Napalm! Well guess what? We won’t take it no more.
Old Fashion Napalm! They may try, but its still the same!
Old Fashion Napalm! By-God-we’re-go-na-win this game!
Thank-God-we’re-go-na-win the game!
By-God-we’re-go-na- win this game!

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