W.A.S.P Kill Your Pretty Face
He come slow, the slither manSo long crawls out of his own dead skinHe come, he come I come here for your painI come take all your pain awayTwo in me, they can't see who they areNo, no, no little voice, with big horrorCome meet the advocate's devilLeave your soul at the doorAnd come on inside Asylums of lost insaneA kiss from some slowly dying faceTwo in me, they can't see who they are no, no, no Sex and death and the american westFuck us all, farewell to fleshI want you, I want to, I want to kill youWanna kill your pretty face, kill your pretty face Come on give me a little piece of deathThe darkened heart inside the selfTo lives to sleep, to dies awakeKill your pretty, kill your pretty faceKill your pretty face Tear the heart out of mother and mother bleedsCut mother open, and the wounded mother dies
