Lyrics The Story of Mr. Cruel - Tankard

The Story of Mr. Cruel

You have a vision of bloodshed
My friend
Just go ahead
At the end of the night
No one’s gonna ask you why
Eagerly spreading fear
With your hands
Fever in the head
What a gruesome delight
Watching all the people die
Come on, come on
Choose a bomb, there ain’t no
No time to lose
It’s your private freak show
«Take my hand
I’ll show you the way
To the land of hatred and insanity
Better pray
„Cruel“ is the name they gave me»
Sit tight, see it in his face
This game ain’t got no rules
Out of the darkest place
This is the story of Mr. Cruel
Sit tight, see it in his face
This game ain’t got no rules
Out of the darkest place
This is the story of Mr. Cruel
Burning down schools
Blowing up airplanes
In the name of war
You’re a natural born
Loser on a hellish run
Thousand miles away
Justice in the back
Mass murderer
Politicians don’t cry
Money always saves the day
Come on, come on
Choose a bomb, there ain’t no
No time to lose
It’s your private freak show
«Take my hand…
You have a vision of bloodshed
My friend
Just go ahead
At the end of the night
No one’s gonna ask you why
«Take my hand…