Mark Stoermer The Perennial Legend Of Dr. Mabuse
The king of fraud, a mystagogue
He's got a mob that calls him master
They'll do the job for Mr. God
Plant a bomb and cause disaster
With the look into his eyes he will pry, lobotomize
As he slides into the center of your brain
When he's spinning all the lies, you'll be blind and hypnotized Without a sign, you're inside his mind game
Dr. Mabuse, he's on the loose
Modern titan, robbin' tyrant
Dr. Mabuse, yeah!
He'll string the noose
Homicidal, kills all rivals
He's the player, he's the gambler
Speculate, manipulate
He'll inside trade and rig the market
Filled with hate, won't hesitate
Will mutilate to fill his pockets
When Carossa the dancer was locked up in the slammer
She was left abandoned in her quiet hell
The prosecutor wanted answers from the talented flapper
But she was silenced by poison in her cell
Dr. Mabuse, he's on the loose
Modern titan, robbin' tyrant
Dr. Mabuse, yeah!
He'll string the news Homicidal, kills all rivals
There's no love, just will to power
Rather fry, he won't comply
With FBI that has him wired
He'll let him die and say goodbye
Then tell the blind he was a liar
When the addict and assassins, they were cornered in the attic
With no choice, they had to give the man away
As they nabbed him he was manic, psychiatric, symptomatic
Hearing voices of the dead went insane
Dr. Mabuse, he's on the loose
Modern titan, robbin' tyrant
Dr Mabuse, yeah!
He'll string the noose Homicidal, kills all rivals
Your heaven is his damnation
Death destruction is of his constructionÂ-function
Blond American or darkÂhaired Prussian
Or Russian
Dr. Mabuse, he's on the loose
