Sex Killer - Jeffrey Lee Pierce

He sits on his grave

The tourists are singing

«Home on the Range»

He wigs out in the Frolic Room

And breaks all the mirrors

And someone starts yelling

«Man, he is weird!»

Sex killer

Sex killer

Sex killer

Now, he is bound to get you!

I used to hate Solo

He hated me the same

I used to hate Solo

Had to see him every day

He turned my wife to the mud

His mass abused my son

He put me on his altar for kicks

Then, he said, «you are sick»

Sex killer

Sex killer

Sex killer

Man, he is bound to get you!

Now, Solo sits naked

He watches the clock

He’s waiting for God

To come out of the box

But, the feminists move it

And break down the doors

He jumps up with a rubber nose

And says, «you're a bore»

Sex killer

Sex killer

Sex killer

Man, he is bound to get you!