Letra de The Day the Virus Diminished Hallelujaville's Population

I - the problem child, the outcast and the plague They say it is I who ruin their perfect world, I am the virus and the Anti-Christ Virus - polluting the atmosphere, it´s carried through the air, male version of Linda Blair, he´s got to get out - I must get out of here And I - I´m a Satanist, the blackest of sheep that is I Virus - polluting the atmosphere, it s carried through the air male version of Linda Blair, he´s got to get out - I must get out of here Last Sunday when I turned eighteen we had a nice little barbeque for the well combed community with their picked fences at their service. I watched their picturesque little church go up in flames BURN!