Hey There Mr. Brooks

Oh, you're back to me

And the hunger returns

I tell myself

I was done for good

All the memories

Of all the pictures burned

I see them dancing

My heart begins to pound

I didn't make a sound

They didn't see me coming

The lights are left on

The curtains left wide

One scream it's over

I lay them side by side

Side by side

Holding each other

I'll be there in the morning

With a smile on my face

I'll be there in the morning

To start it all again

Boy, you caught me red-handed

You've got no fucking clue

What you just got yourself into

Panic runs down your leg

Seeing me kill again

You just got yourself caught

And you don't even know it

On the drive you get the rush

And pull a gun on me

We make the stop

It's time to be set free

Oh, the bullet's gone

I take this spade, I slit your throat

You fall into your grave

I cover up my tracks, I'm done

I won't kill again

I said that's it, I'm done

I'll be there in the morning

With a smile on my face

I'll be there in the morning

To start it all again

No, she's daddy's little girl

She wasn't meant to be another me

But it's the scissors to my throat

To my fucking throat

No, she's daddy's little girl

She wasn't meant to be another me

But it's the scissors to my throat

To my fucking throat