A black toothed man with a broken hand
When you see him
You'll know who I mean
He'll teach you lessons
Tell you where to begin
He'll even sell himself
Sold under sin
Reputation as a stubborn stupid man
A smell of death
What a charming frighterning scent
A walking zombiewith no ticket in his hand
A nice corpse doing the best he can
You should know
You're almost gone
One of the good
But it turned out wrong
I don't care 'bout your bad behaviour
I can't save you
Can't change you
Don't care 'bout your bad behaviour
Can't save you
Can't Change you
Far from home
Mommies litlle boy is gone
I can't change you
Rich bastard
Do you see the broken glass
You climb the ladder
Jealous of your own ass
Sometimes it happens
I get slapped in the face
It turns me on
That's what I chase