[00:00.00] 作曲 : Landon Tewers
[00:01.14]Dear Mr. Coleman I hope your fingers rot
[00:07.12]I pray that you will be the last of your kind
[00:13.18]This is a warning to you,
[00:16.20]hell will seem like a ride compared to what awaits for you
[00:25.18]That evil look you gave her, that contradicting smile
[00:31.16]Those goosebumps swell with your perversion
[00:37.75]He whispers "I will kill you"
[00:41.06]The sweat drops from his brow
[00:44.58]He knows he'll have to face her father
[01:06.24]Your old wrinkled hands and those pebbles for teeth
[01:09.53]I hope you had a good life, now put your hands to your knees
[01:13.32]With the TV so loud, all the neighbors will hear
[01:17.05]is a re-run from Seinfeld and they'll cover their ears
[01:21.41]They will never speak your name, they will never hear your name
[01:36.40]Dear Mr. Coleman I hope your fingers rot
[01:41.41]I pray that you will be the last of your kind
[01:54.32]That evil look you gave her, that contradicting smile
[02:00.30]Those goosebumps swell with your perversion