Stone Cold Killers
Think about the sorrow you brought
Think of all the horror you made
Lying to a world, that you wrought
Dying for the world, oh that you made
Johnny, get your guns
You'll need all those prophets you pay
Oh yeah, Johnny get your guns
I've come to kill the God that you made
Yeah, I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Your widow making ones come, you can't hide
I'm gonna murder Superman, murder Superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah, here I come, oh, you're gonna die
What'd you get for the souls that you bought
The bloody dead in the trades
Don't never blame the souls that you lost
On the whores of Babylon that you laid
Johnny get your guns
You'll need all those prophets, you pray
Oh yeah, Johnny get your guns
I've come to kill the God that you made
Yeah, I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Your widow making one's come, you can't hide
I'm gonna murder Superman, murder Superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah, here I come, you're gonna die
Your lying messiah, you know isn't real
How will you die for the one that you kneel
Better get your guns
I'm gonna kill your God, my God will kill your God
I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Your widow making one's come, you can't hide
I'm gonna murder Superman, murder Superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah, here I come, you're gonna die
Yeah, I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Yeah, here I come, oh, you're gonna die
Think of all the horror you made
Lying to a world, that you wrought
Dying for the world, oh that you made
Johnny, get your guns
You'll need all those prophets you pay
Oh yeah, Johnny get your guns
I've come to kill the God that you made
Yeah, I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Your widow making ones come, you can't hide
I'm gonna murder Superman, murder Superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah, here I come, oh, you're gonna die
What'd you get for the souls that you bought
The bloody dead in the trades
Don't never blame the souls that you lost
On the whores of Babylon that you laid
Johnny get your guns
You'll need all those prophets, you pray
Oh yeah, Johnny get your guns
I've come to kill the God that you made
Yeah, I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Your widow making one's come, you can't hide
I'm gonna murder Superman, murder Superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah, here I come, you're gonna die
Your lying messiah, you know isn't real
How will you die for the one that you kneel
Better get your guns
I'm gonna kill your God, my God will kill your God
I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Your widow making one's come, you can't hide
I'm gonna murder Superman, murder Superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah, here I come, you're gonna die
Yeah, I'm gonna murder Supeman, murder Superman
Stone cold killer's what I am
Yeah, here I come, oh, you're gonna die
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Writer(s): Steve Edward Duren
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