Texty

With every step he takes An evil shakes in you He's hauling ass Feet slapping down your avenue Fingers tracing the spaces Between the bricks lining your hall My weapon's lick in my hands My back's against your wall I wanna be the one who kills the man who hurt you, darling I wanna be the one who kills the man who hurt you, darling Just because I feel the devil in your bed Don't mean it's you When you winced and turned your head And wept, that's when I knew That it's not enough to run that dog out of this town! My weapon's cold in the backseat Hunt that monster down. I wanna be the one who kills the man who hurt you, darling I wanna be the one who kills the man who hurt you, darling I wanna be the one who kills the man who hurt you, darling I wanna be the one who kills the man Just because I feel the devil in your bed don't mean it's
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