Killer McHann (Live)

He lamped up the room and then couched it

Feeling no fear from the day

He'd cared for a long time to get here

And he was brained

He lazy eye bagging but sorely

No morsel of spunk had he left

Who was he drained?

Some knocks on the door, came a-poundin'

He wanted not answer but should

So ahead his fat feet 'cross the floor there

To where he stood

And the fuck that rapped on his inlet

None other than killer McHann

And that's not good

He lazy eye bagging but sorely

No morsel of spunk had he left

Who was he drained?

Some knocks on the door came a-poundin'

He wanted not answer but should

So ahead his fat feet 'cross the floor there

To where he stood

And the fuck that rapped on his inlet

None other than killer McHann

And that's not good

Scared of that man, scared of that man

Scared of that man, scared of that man