You wake up tied at outskirts of town And face the iron cannon in front of you The barrel is lowered and aimed You scream in desperation, helpless and frail
Stupid bitch You should have been more careful At midnight streets
They ain't safe For such a shiny hooker Because they are Full of bloody lustful stalkers like me
I'm rolling out a cannonball Then charging it into the weapon Frozen horror in you frightened eyes Awakens fire within my wicked soul
I bring a couple of firesticks to lit up the cannon's fuse
3, 2, 1, blast!
Culmination is right here Smell of gunpowder fills the air Your head and part of torso are eliminated now Disfigured corpse is what's left And chunks are scattered around Pants are drowned in piss and shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
