Текст песни Satan Place

Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot) Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the ground Swivel hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round His life's an open boo scribbled in his own blood His constant companion always at hand Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN Overcome by waves of lechery - one for you sixteen for me Kill the monkey on his backhe kisses BIG, he kisses BLACK Profile of neanderthalleaves his debris in the hall Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' notes from toilet walls His victim screams - he has a ball THE BIGGER THE HEAD THE HARDER THEY FALL He lives a life of luxury, he lives a life of misery The entries in his diary are the entries of SICK-MAN His constant companion always at hand Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN His pen's as mighty as his sword. Bites off more than he can afford The torture-meister relishing - intimidating everything Typewriter rhythms drowning the newly acquired insecurity Gets in fightsstays up nightsrends and mends companion's tights Forcin' symptoms of his own disease A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK PLAGUE FOR ME His constant companion always at hand Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN His constant companion always at hand Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN Blackheaded Blackguard with a blackjack Laced his coffee with spoons of RATSAC Hangs his trophies on walls of his place - hangs his carrots in front of his face Lust and greed has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb He's worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his clammy hams All he got for Christmas was a chip on his shoulder And a constant reminder Left c