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Lyrics: Welcome to Capitol Hell, once Americas SAFEST city Now a lawless wasteland of violence and crime For whom tolls the bell, its 17 seconds to midnight better get out of town, before you run out of time Get out of the city, theres a gathering Storm Whats coming aint pretty, dont say you werent warned Of the gathering storm Sit back and enjoy the show Front Row Seat to the End of the World Were headed for the country Got no fear at all Well be riding with that convoy Got no fear From higher ground well watch as everything crumbles and falls Welcome to Capitol Hell, once Americas RICHEST city Now a virtual MetaGhetto of hunger and dread Fighting over empty shelves, shoot your neighbour for a gallon of gas Trade a bar of gold for a loaf of bread Run from the city, and Head for the Hills Whats coming aint pretty, gonna learn some new skills Head for the hills Sit back and enjoy the show Front Row S