Serial Killer – A Pale Horse Named Death – letras

Hey little girl won’t you get in my vanInterior’s leather and it looks so tanI got a bag of candy just for You andI wanna see You suck on a lollipopI’m the son of the devil himselfI’m the one They call a killerDoing 305 Across the state lineI can’t get caught ’cause I’ll do some timeI got you all tied up in the back of my carI didn’t really think I would get this farI’m the son of the angel of deathI can be Your serial killerSon of Sam got nothing on meYou’re gonna be my number 23I gotta a collection of finger nailsI just need ten more from, only from You, yeahI’m the son of the devil himselfI’m the one they call a killerI’m the son of Angel of deathI can be your serial killerI could be your next door neighborI could be your lost long brotherI could be someone that you knowI could be your serial killerNow I’m on the run, run from the lawThey wanna’ know what I did with your corpseI got a disease an and appetite for deathWhat a pleasure it was to see you take your last breathI’m the son of the devil himselfI’m the one they call a killerI’m the son of the Angel of deathI can be your serial killer