Tekst
Running, running for our lives
Nothing fee-e-e-e-els right
Murderer coming for you
Soon will be upon you
Expect to be haunted
Your body will be flaunted
Victim 100
Blood guts in coffin
Foot in the oven
Nothing uncovered
You don't know anything
Knows only his father's way
Murderer like senior
Soon he'll be seeing ya
Lives in the woods in a
Shed by a blocked up well
Down in the depths is a
Back door that's straight to hell
When you get through it takes you
Straight to the place that sells
All the donuts and all of the bagel bites
Murderer goes down to the
Places that sells all those things
Gets him some brekkie then
Straight back to the murdering
Running, running for our lives
Nothing fee-e-e-e-els right
Sometimes
Murderer does feel bad
All of
The kids without their dads
An artist's life could never fit
His desire to live securely
Didn't even care to try his best
A now he sells limbs to the nhs
You don't know anything
Knows only his father's way
Murderer like senior
Soon he'll be seeing ya
Lives in the woods in a
Shed by a blocked up well
Down in the depths is a
Back door that's straight to hell
When you get through it takes you
Straight to the place that sells
All the donuts and all of the bagel bites
Murderer goes down to the
Places that sells all those things
Gets him some brekkie then
Straight back to the murdering