| I’m wearing a long black overcoat, a grey knitted cap
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| And I have a walking stick
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| Don’t care who you are but you know me
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| You call me «Mr. |
| Death»
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| My ambition is to destroy all the kids
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| 'cause they are so malicious
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| Screaming little bastards just fooling around
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| But they sure look delicious
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| Delicious
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| Sugar daddy’s here to stay, gonna take your kids away
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| I’m the course of your weakened health, no use calling help
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| Stone cold — stone cold soul, eruption
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| — I want more, emotion
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| — stone cold soul, destruction
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| — real hardcore, devotion
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| Little children playing in their playground
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| No watches after them, sugar daddy sneaks around
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| There’s no one I can’t corrupt
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| I’ve bought the politicians and the police
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| Privaledge to hunt in the shadows
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| And catch my colours the way I please
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| The way I please
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| I’m even sweeter than cream, but I’ll make your children scream
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| You won’t see me on the TV screen, I’m real, nasty and mean
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| Stone cold — stone cold soul, eruption
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| — I want more, emotion
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| — stone cold soul, destruction
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| — real hardcore, devotion
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| Aggressive needs are very hard to satisfy
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| Enjoy torturing kids and seeing them die
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| Depressive needs, and you say this is just a lie
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| Lock up your children and kiss them goodbye
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| I’m here to stay, gonna take your kids away
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| You won’t see me on the TV screen, I’m real, nasty and mean
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| Stone cold — stone cold soul, eruption
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| — I want more, emotion
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| — stone cold soul, destruction
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| — real hardcore, devotion |