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He is dressed to kill

Looking for some action

If you get lost in a deep black hole

Dial his number call his name

Maybe you're wrong

But Satan's power is strong

Wine is fine, but whiskey is quicker

You're waiting for Satan's call

Know what I need and I need it fast

Make it fast and make it urgent

I'll pay your price

Please kill me Mr.

Please kill me Mr. Nice

Tomorrow the sea, will turn red

In the land of the dead

A killer guitar screams like a wounded rat

Smoke is down I am dead

I can't turn back

Killing demons lives in my head

Everyone who loved me is gone

Where the hell can I go

My turn to feel the pain

Bullets must explode in my brains