Happy Face Killer
Nasty Fred, my name
Killing is my game
In a dusty ol' town, where the shadows play
I grew up with the pain, and the cursewords they'd say
Nasty Fred is my name, my life has been harsh
With a fistful of hope i pray to the stars
Blood on the hands of a heart once so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
The smell of cigarette smoke, whiskey breath in the air
Momma crying softly, but nobody cared
I remember the nights, the fights so loud
I turned my back on love, never thought I'd be proud
Blood on my hands of a man who once was so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
Now I ride through the fields, the sunset bleeds red
With a heart full of anger, and the words left unsaid
I see those happy faces, and I want to break 'em free
But revenge tastes bitter, like rust on my knees
Blood on the hands of a heart once so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
So here's to the nights that I spent all alone
The memories haunt me like a ghost they've grown
With every cruel laugh, I feel the weight on my soul
Beneath this cowboy hat, I'm just looking for control
So I'll ride into the sunset, the shadows my friend
With a heart full of fury and a will to offend
Yeah, I was born into sorrow, but I'll break every chain
In the end, I'll be free, while they feel my disdain
Blood on the hands of a heart once so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
Killing is my game
In a dusty ol' town, where the shadows play
I grew up with the pain, and the cursewords they'd say
Nasty Fred is my name, my life has been harsh
With a fistful of hope i pray to the stars
Blood on the hands of a heart once so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
The smell of cigarette smoke, whiskey breath in the air
Momma crying softly, but nobody cared
I remember the nights, the fights so loud
I turned my back on love, never thought I'd be proud
Blood on my hands of a man who once was so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
Now I ride through the fields, the sunset bleeds red
With a heart full of anger, and the words left unsaid
I see those happy faces, and I want to break 'em free
But revenge tastes bitter, like rust on my knees
Blood on the hands of a heart once so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
So here's to the nights that I spent all alone
The memories haunt me like a ghost they've grown
With every cruel laugh, I feel the weight on my soul
Beneath this cowboy hat, I'm just looking for control
So I'll ride into the sunset, the shadows my friend
With a heart full of fury and a will to offend
Yeah, I was born into sorrow, but I'll break every chain
In the end, I'll be free, while they feel my disdain
Blood on the hands of a heart once so pure
Guts spilled on the ground, now my spirit's unsure
I'm the ghost of a boy who got left in the rain
Killing the joy for those who never felt pain
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