A Pale Horse Named d**h - Serial k**er lyrics

Hey little girl won't you get in my van Interior's leather and it looks real tan I got a bag of candy just for you and I wanna see you s** on a lollipop I'm the son of the devil himself I'm the one they call a k**er Doing 105 across the state line I can't get caught ‘cause I'll do some time I got you all tied up in the back of my car I didn't really think I would get this far I'm the son of the angel of d**h I can be Your serial k**er Son of Sam got nothing on me You're gonna be my number 23 I gotta a collection of finger nails I just need ten more, only from you yeah I'm the son of the devil himself I'm the one they call a k**er I'm the son of angel of d**h I can be your serial k**er I could be your next door neighbor I could be your lost long brother I could be someone that you know I could be your serial k**er Now I'm on the run, run from the law They wanna' know what I did with your corpse I got a disease an and appetite for d**h What a pleasure it was to see you take your last breath I'm the son of the devil himself I'm the one they call a k**er I'm the son of the angel of d**h I can be your serial k**er