| My name is John and I dress as a clown, thirty one bodies I’ve buried
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| underground
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| A construction worker I like building flats and pulling rabbits out of hats
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| But under my make-up I’m a mischievous man
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| Killing as many boys as I can
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| Do they who I am? |
| I don’t think they do
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| Then I’ll send them a liver to give them a clue
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| I’ll send them a letter and write it in blood and tell them about the things
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| I’ve done
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| Brings them back, they drink beer, a deadly brew
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| Eating his boys has their flesh for his food
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| Gave them money to pose, put a drill in their head
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| Didn’t want them to leave tried to get them into bed
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| My name’s Ted Bundy and I kill for fun, nobody knows how many I’ve done
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| They tried to lock me up but I escaped from that place
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| And when they killed me I had a smile on my face
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| Killed my kids and the people that we had round to stay
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| Put them under the patio so they couldn’t get away
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| John George Haigh, you can’t catch me
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| One fatal error and guilty is my only plea
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| Thrity gallons of acid, down in the cellar
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| Thrity gallons of acid, false teeth of an unkown dweller
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| Come on Mrs D have a dance with me, it’s going to be your last
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| Sulphuric acid a major key
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| Four more before, it’s a perfect plan
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| Four more again
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| Kill as many as I can |