Killer, what you know 'bout me? Killer, what am I supposed to be? Killer, what you know about me Is that I'm wrong, wrong.
Killer, don't be proud of me. Killer, I don't feel like living. Killer, what you know 'bout me Is that I'm wrong, wrong.
I'm gonna give my very end to you Cause you will be my murderer, You'll be my killer It's like a final dance for me and you Where if you'll get some pleasure, Well, I will get it too...
Killer, what you know 'bout me? Killer, what am I supposed to be? Killer, what you know about me Is that I'm wrong, wrong.
The world if miserable and fits for fools I mean it ain't worth living, my life is meaningless, So just take aim and pull the trigger, but I just forbid you to kiss me or kiss me before I leave.
Killer, what you know 'bout me? Killer, what am I supposed to be? Lady, what you know 'bout me? Or it is better to say "Do you know what I used to be...?"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.