Church of Misery - Murder Company (Henry Lee Lucas) Lyrics


A hardened predeator - wicked tag team

They drifted across the south

Born to be lose & live to be killed

I had nothing but pure hatred !

Killing someone is just walking outdoors

Three hundred murder through out the land

Creepy male hooker - sexual abuser

Necrophilia - two of a kind

Fed up with " christ "

Three hundred murder

Again they set out on the road

One eyed killer

And male prostitute

Again they set out on the road ... Again