A Pale Horse Named Death - Serial Killer | Текст песни

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Hey little girl won't you get in my van
Interior's leather and it looks real tan
I got a bag of candy just for you and
I wanna se you suck on a lollipop

I'm the son of the devil himself
I'm the one they call a killer

Doing 105 across the state line
I can't get caught cause i'll do some time
I got you all tied up in the back of my car
I didn't really think i would get this far

I'm the son of the angel of death
I can be your serial killer

Son of sam got nothing on me
Your gonna be my number 25
I gotta, a collection of finger nails
I just need ten more, only from you yeah

I'm the son of the devil himself
I'm the one they call a killer
I'm the son of the angel of death
I can be your serial killer

I could be your next door neighbor
I could be your long lost brother
I could be someone that you know
I could be your serial killer

Now i'm on the run, run from the law
They wanna know what i did with your corpse
I got a disease and an appetite for death
What a pleasure it was to see you take your last breath

I'm the son of the devil himself
I'm the one they call a killer
I'm the son of the angel of death
I can be your serial killer

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