| He has the eyes of the killer of road
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| We’re so shure
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| He has the look of the maniac himself
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| All we swear
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| They send him to kill, Send to dishonour
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| Blot of shame tormenting him
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| In this topsy — turvy, They send him to rape
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| Send to homicide, Blot of killer pride for him
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| No repent no remorse, They gave him money
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| They gave him orders, His self-control
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| Made them so sure for him
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| In his phantom photos
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| His partners betrayed him
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| Cause he’s a maniac
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| Get up from accusation chair
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| You will hear the verdict
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| You are tried and found guilty
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| Of crimes with prepensation
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| We’ve to bring him to the room of gas
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| For execution this our verdict for killers
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| Verdict for maniacs
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| He has to be tortured with knives by us
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| (For the) Crimes had made
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| He has to be executed in gas
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| (Tied) by our hands
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| Poison obscured him, Brings him to the end
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| His dead body after, Is washwed and examinated
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| He’ll say on his tomb
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| Ashes to ashes, Performing burial service
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| Over him, prison’s priest
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| Bidding farewell prayes
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| (He) Belongs to Jesus, Oh it’s no true
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| Sinful belongs to hell, His soul goes to hell
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| Soul fasten with nails, The soul without peace |