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 see 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 You’re gonna be my number 23 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 angel of death I can be your serial killer
I could be your next door neighbor I could be your lost long 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 an and 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 killerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
