Testo di Serial Killer

Hey little girl won't you get in my van Interior’s leather and it looks so tan I got a bag of candy just for You and I wanna see You suck on a lollipop I'm the son of the devil himself I’m the one They call a killer Doing 305 Across the state line I can’t get caught ‘cause I’ll do some time I got you all tied up in the back of my car I didn’t really think I would get this far I’m the son of the angel of death I can be Your serial killer Son of Sam got nothing on me You’re gonna be my number 23 I gotta a collection of finger nails I just need ten more from, only from You, yeah I’m the son of the devil himself I’m the one they call a killer I’m the son of Angel of death I can be your serial killer I could be your next door neighbor I could be your lost long brother I could be someone that you know I could be your serial killer Now I’m on the run, run from the law They wanna’ know what I did with your corpse I got a disease an and appetite for death What a pleasure it was to see you take your last breath I’m the son of the devil himself I’m the one they call a killer I’m the son of the Angel of death I can be your serial killer