Words from Wayne Gacy
I told you off, but darlin' don't leave me
There seems to be, no garuntee i'll be yours
And i'm prone to walk, lord I feel it
Sorry but darling our death is secure
Well she calls me her serial killer
Cause i've been so scared to watch someone grow old
But when the corpse grows cold
And her body is fished from the river
I'll wish she was home
Home again
Well here I am, kneelin' for nature
Caught between hardly a thing I adore
But grace for the men who dance with the devil
Is more than the God that he's killed could afford
Well she calls me her serial killer
Cause i've been so scared to watch someone grow old
But when the corpse grows cold
And her body is fished from the river
I'll wish she was home
Home again
I'll fall to my knees and pray that i'll be something more, something more
The longer I breath, the longer she'll bleed, nothing more, nothing more
I'll fall to my knees and pray that i'll be something more, something more
The longer I breath, the longer she'll bleed, nothing more, nothing more
Well she calls me her serial killer
Cause i've been so scared to watch someone grow old
But when the corpse grows cold
And her body is fished from the river
I'll wish she was home
Home again
There seems to be, no garuntee i'll be yours
And i'm prone to walk, lord I feel it
Sorry but darling our death is secure
Well she calls me her serial killer
Cause i've been so scared to watch someone grow old
But when the corpse grows cold
And her body is fished from the river
I'll wish she was home
Home again
Well here I am, kneelin' for nature
Caught between hardly a thing I adore
But grace for the men who dance with the devil
Is more than the God that he's killed could afford
Well she calls me her serial killer
Cause i've been so scared to watch someone grow old
But when the corpse grows cold
And her body is fished from the river
I'll wish she was home
Home again
I'll fall to my knees and pray that i'll be something more, something more
The longer I breath, the longer she'll bleed, nothing more, nothing more
I'll fall to my knees and pray that i'll be something more, something more
The longer I breath, the longer she'll bleed, nothing more, nothing more
Well she calls me her serial killer
Cause i've been so scared to watch someone grow old
But when the corpse grows cold
And her body is fished from the river
I'll wish she was home
Home again
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Writer(s): Daniel Horton
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