Lord Kill-A-Lot

He has traveled through time
Just in order to find
The purest souls to destroy
And he does it with joy
He’s a killer, a beast
Murdering is a feast
Taking lives is his business
And it’s good

Alone
At night
He’ll come to take your life

He cuts
You bleed
You suffer while he feeds

He’s hiding in the shadows waiting for a chance
Patient as a predator
He’s a stranger to emotions, he shows no remorse
And tonight he’s coming after you

Why say
A prayer
No one is gonna hear

Now run, little piggy, run as fast as you can
But it’s a given fact, no escape from this man
Yeah, all have failed and now all are dead
They wanted to live, he wanted their heads
He’s a gentlemen, a killer and a demon of old
Many tried to defy him and ended up cold
Cut up, mutilated in a nameless grave
You might call them stupid, you might call them brave

Turning murder into art, he’s
Lord-Kill-A-Lot
Pulling all your limbs apart, he’s
Lord-Kill-A-Lot
He will see the death of you, he’s
Lord-Kill-A-Lot
Loooooooord Kiiiiiiiillll Aaaaaaaa Loooooottt

Why say
A prayer
No one is gonna hear