Из альбома: Rise of the Undead
I'm like a psychobilly madman sitting on a tree
K-I-L-L-I-N-G
Like a rockabilly zombie on a killing spree
K-I-L-L-I-N-G
I love to watch you bleed
Well I love to hear you scream
Well twisting, churning, smash your spleen
Everybody hides from the death machine
K-I-L-L-I-N-G
Like a pair of hellhounds from the depths below
K-I-L-L-I-N-G
Like a runaway train, last stop (death row)
K-I-L-L-I-N-G
I want to see them bleed
I need to hear them scream
Well twisting, churning, smash your spleen
Everybody runs from the death machine
K-I-L-L-I-N-G, go
Oh yeah
And to see them on their knees
Well I love to hear them scream
Well twisting, churning, smash your spleen
Everybody hides from the death machine
K-I-L-L-I-N-G [x3]
K-I-L-L-I-N-G, go