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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 ‘cause 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 and an 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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