A black toothed man with a broken hand When you see him You'll know who I mean He'll teach you lessons Tell you where to begin He'll even sell himself Sold under sin
Reputation as a stubborn stupid man A smell of death What a charming frighterning scent A walking zombiewith no ticket in his hand A nice corpse doing the best he can
You should know You're almost gone One of the good But it turned out wrong
I don't care 'bout your bad behaviour I can't save you Can't change you Don't care 'bout your bad behaviour Can't save you Can't Change you Far from home Mommies litlle boy is gone I can't change you
Rich bastard Do you see the broken glass You climb the ladder Jealous of your own ass Sometimes it happens I get slapped in the face It turns me on That's what I chase