Homicide Drive

Homicide Drive

All the secrets in the universe
are locked in the back of my cosmic hearse
Lollipops and lunatics sucking on your crucifix
A son of Sam, goddamn I am
salvation such a scam

Bow your head and we'll all be fed
to the monster in your closet or under your bed
Cross your fingers, make a wish
tripping all your happiness
supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

First we'll greet you
then we'll beat you

Sick motherfucker, we live to die
Join the casualties down on homicide drive

and now we're sick motherfucker
we live to die
Join the casualties down on homicide drive
down on homicide drive