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  1. Tusk

From the recording Tusk

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Tusk
by In Your Grave

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This song is dedicated to our old booking agent. He would leave us threatening voicemails to blackmail us or to release our unreleased music early. It's kind of our way of saying "Fuck You."

Lyrics

Ugh

Dear coward I wanna start with fuck you.
Nothing but a piece of dirt under my shoe.
Lowest of low you've dug your own hole
Your fate is sealed, you reap what you sow

I gave you my all, Believed in your lies, But now I see it all, Your greed has reached new heights.
Left you feeling tall till you fucking fall
Get off your high horse so you i can make you feel your remorse.

Lost all my respect, Used to be my best friend, but Now you've taken all my trust and Left me with nothing in hand nothing in hand. you left me dead like the sand in the sand.

You took my hope Stole it all away, Betrayed my trust, Now you'll pay, pay, pay. We fed you scraps like the fucking swine.
I'll leave you out for the vultures to dine.

I'm not lonely motherfucker I am the definition of alone bringing tears to my mother's eyes why would I even try

Lost all my respect, Used to be my best friend, but Now you've taken all my trust and Left me with nothing in hand nothing in hand. you left me dead like the dirt in the sand.

You took my hope Stole it all away, Betrayed my trust, Now you'll pay, pay, pay. We fed you scraps like the fucking swine.
I'll leave you out for the vultures to dine.

I'll find my way back, And reclaim what's mine, You'll see my name, And remember this time. I swear to God I'll end your life and I'll dance to every beat of that knife

Can't

I swear to God I'll end your life and I'll dance to every beat of that knife

Ahhhh

Lost all my respect, Used to be my best friend, but Now you've taken all my trust and Left me with nothing in hand nothing in hand. you left me dead like the dirt in the sand.

You took my hope Stole it all away, Betrayed my trust, Now you'll pay, pay, pay. We fed you scraps like the fucking swine.
I'll leave you out for the vultures to dine.

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