You go to McDonald's To eat a hamburger The next thing you know It's time for your murder The McDonaldland killer Pops in by surprise Pumping his lead
You are pronounced dead Due to a crushing blow to the head The reaper has passed his curse Lifeless body hauled away in a hearse Death is the reality
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The day he got bit by a rat He wanted to kill all the cats His hair it turned grey on that day He then grew a tail and some fangs He's not batman He'
He loved to hear the little kids scream His instruments of hell did gleam A box with a cleaver, saw and a knife He used them to cut up their innocent
My name is Patrick Purdy And I have a duty To kill as many children As I can So it's off to school Where I used to go With my AK-47 In my hands Patrick
The Green River murderer He's still out there The authorities cant' find him For the prostitutes slain by him Forty-eight and counting Dead prostitutes
You went to see the Who And the people there trampled you You were underneath their shoes There was nothing you could do Trampled to death at the concert
I'll smash your fuckin' face It's such a fuckin' disgrace I'll kick it fuckin' in It's such a fuckin' sin I'll gouge your fuckin' eyes I'll make you fuckin
( Richard Speck ) Richard Speck stayed in Chicago. He took some pills and drank some alcohol. He tried to wreck nine nurses but one of them got away.
Million watts of music hell Screaming legions black metal Give it up with all you've got Here we come ready or not Deafening volume in power and black
Thunder, thunder, lightning ahead, long Kiss you, kiss you dark & long Thunder, thunder, lightning ahead Thunder, thunder, lightning Thunder thunder,
Well, I know it's over Like a waste of mind Well, I know it's side ball I can't seem to find Like a waste of someone Like a wasted home Well, I know
Wild wind, take me home To the mists of down below I'll be flying come September day With no borders in my way You'll find me home until the May sun burns
(Meghan Hayden's) Wild wind, take me home To the mists of down below I'll be flying come September day With no borders in my way You'll find me home
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Sunsets lost in Skies of hazy greys June gloom sets in Puts me in a daze Nothing changes All we do is wait Our heads hanging Shaking in dismay '