Song | Suffer the little children to come unto me |
Artist | Pungent Stench |
Album | Masters Of Moral Servants Of Sin |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rector Wank ... | |
child | |
he's coming for you | |
there's nothing that you could do | |
he lurks the night | |
a ghoul with cruel intentions | |
waiting for you to cross his way | |
a predator | |
greedy for your intestines | |
enjoying your cries of dismay | |
child | |
skelter | |
run if you can | |
flee from the boogieman | |
a cleaver | |
and a blade | |
he's watching | |
in the shade | |
when you don't watch your back | |
he grabs you from behind | |
one well directed hack | |
blistering and unkind | |
drags you to his hideout | |
welcomes you as his guest | |
no one will hear you shout | |
when he grubs in your chest | |
savage routine | |
medical education | |
just tell the doctor when it hurts | |
the final stage | |
is your annihilation | |
he scornful grins as your blood squirts | |
child | |
short was your life | |
stopped with a surgical knife |
zuo ci : Rector Wank ... | |
child | |
he' s coming for you | |
there' s nothing that you could do | |
he lurks the night | |
a ghoul with cruel intentions | |
waiting for you to cross his way | |
a predator | |
greedy for your intestines | |
enjoying your cries of dismay | |
child | |
skelter | |
run if you can | |
flee from the boogieman | |
a cleaver | |
and a blade | |
he' s watching | |
in the shade | |
when you don' t watch your back | |
he grabs you from behind | |
one well directed hack | |
blistering and unkind | |
drags you to his hideout | |
welcomes you as his guest | |
no one will hear you shout | |
when he grubs in your chest | |
savage routine | |
medical education | |
just tell the doctor when it hurts | |
the final stage | |
is your annihilation | |
he scornful grins as your blood squirts | |
child | |
short was your life | |
stopped with a surgical knife |
zuò cí : Rector Wank ... | |
child | |
he' s coming for you | |
there' s nothing that you could do | |
he lurks the night | |
a ghoul with cruel intentions | |
waiting for you to cross his way | |
a predator | |
greedy for your intestines | |
enjoying your cries of dismay | |
child | |
skelter | |
run if you can | |
flee from the boogieman | |
a cleaver | |
and a blade | |
he' s watching | |
in the shade | |
when you don' t watch your back | |
he grabs you from behind | |
one well directed hack | |
blistering and unkind | |
drags you to his hideout | |
welcomes you as his guest | |
no one will hear you shout | |
when he grubs in your chest | |
savage routine | |
medical education | |
just tell the doctor when it hurts | |
the final stage | |
is your annihilation | |
he scornful grins as your blood squirts | |
child | |
short was your life | |
stopped with a surgical knife |