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Too young to realise too young to care... tuli taas juotua eilen.... vähän liikaa...

He got a sheath made of plastic grabs it over his head forty gallons of petrol
gonna burn you all dead.

A forty-five strapped to his side
A machete in his hand
What's the name. What's the game.
Holy Hack Jack's the man.

He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He hobbles along on a busted knee
knife strapped to his thigh.
Bombs and blades, hand grenades
somebody's gonna die

With his cassocks an' his robes and his leather chaps covered by a plastic mack
he's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again.
sick sick, sick sick

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Clapped out buggy down darkened streets likes to kill whoever he meets
he's sick he's insane Holy Hack Jack's at it again.
sick sick, sick sick

He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
He's a sick sick, sick gone mother
He's a sick sick, sick gone man
sick sick, sick sick

Strangler in paradise
A killer in the crowd
Strangler in paradise
This red light district is going down

He's gonna take you
Kiss and caress you
Grab your throat
And squeeze it real tight
He's gonna make you
Kiss and then bless you
Sins he'll wash away this night

Strangler in paradise
A killer in the crowd
Pimps and queens and porno screens
This red light district is going down

On these misty neon streets
Hiding in shadows
A man with no face
Waiting for the strumpet
The chosen one
Strangle embrace
Another whore gone

He's got the power
God flows through his veins
The Lord gave him a mission
To take out the bad

On these streets in pattering rain
Girls in tight plastic
Have sex with no shame
Pimps are waiting counting the cash
A punter is coming it won't be the last

Who put Grandma under the stairs? Oh no it wasnt me.....

Lying there with my back on a rack
Hole in the corner, my head in a sack
Flat on my back, neck on a block

One sharp knife buried in my wife

Lying there with a ring on her finger
Dying to tell me of her competent lover
If she gives me kisses, chains and three wishes

One sharp knife buried in my wife

She screams and she whores while unjarring doors
Late last night in the middle of the night
She took the kitchen knife -- Kitchen yellow knife
Buried in my wife, buried in my wife

Opened her mouth with a razor blade
Fighting and scratching in a blood red rage
She gives me kisses, my knife never misses

One sharp knife buried in my wife