| Step under the streetlight let me see your face
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| There’s a madman loose in this neighborhood
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| He draws blood 'cause he likes the taste
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| Carries a knife, carries a gun
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| Run for your, life 'cause he’s having fun
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| Life to him is a four-letter word
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| So hold your mother’s hand and hide your eyes
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| He talks to his own reflection
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| Laughs at his dirty thoughts
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| He’s a student of his own philosophy
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| He applies what he’s been taught
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| So he licks his lips
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| Pulls his fingers through his hair
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| Doesn’t have a reason
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| 'Cause he doesn’t have a care
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| It’s one man’s world and he’s in charge
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| As far as he’s concerned you’re better off dead
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| Don’t take candy from a madman
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| Don’t look too deep into his eyes
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| Don’t take candy from a madman
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| Sweet bait always lies
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| It’s the coldness of his blade
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| Deadly power of his blow
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| Dripping blood from wounded flesh
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| Insanity starts to flow
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| Twisted thoughts inside his head
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| Make it easier to kill
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| Fear entangled in his mind
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| But show it never will
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| Don’t take candy from a madman
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| Don’t look too deep into his eyes
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| Don’t take candy from a madman
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| Sweet bait always lies
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| As he dances with his shadow
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| As he feverishly grins
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| As he buttons up his jacket
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| With cold and icy hands
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| As he sharpens up his blade
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| As he laughs about his pain
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| As he wipes his runny nose
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| As he walks into your room
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| Goodnight |