Serial Killer song lyrics
Hey little girl won't you get in my van
Interior's leather and it looks real tan
I got a bag of candy just for you and
I wanna see you suck on a lollipop
I'm the son of the devil himself
I'm the one they call a killer
Doing 105 across the state line
I can't get caught ââ¬Ëcause I'll do some time
I got you all tied up in the back of my car
I didn't really think I would get this far
I'm the son of the angel of death
I can be Your serial killer
Son of Sam got nothing on me
You're gonna be my number 23
I gotta a collection of finger nails
I just need ten more, only from you yeah
I'm the son of the devil himself
I'm the one they call a killer
I'm the son of angel of death
I can be your serial killer
I could be your next door neighbor
I could be your lost long brother
I could be someone that you know
I could be your serial killer
Now I'm on the run, run from the law
They wanna' know what I did with your corpse
I got a disease an and appetite for death
What a pleasure it was to see you take your last breath
I'm the son of the devil himself
I'm the one they call a killer
I'm the son of the angel of death
I can be your serial killer
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lyrics for Serial Killer, the 11th song of the 13 recorded for the album And Hell Will Follow Me, with a total running time of , by A Pale Horse Named Death. It was released on via , and produced by .