Tankard

Here he comes, my old friend
Telling me to obey
Giving orders, I'm the slave
"The women" he whispers
"All sluts except for Mommy"
I'll kill'em all, I promise
You're gonna be bleeding for me
This is the right way can't you see?
Baby, taste my long hard knife
Gonna cut right through your life
No use running for the phone
Gonna cut you to the bone
Serial killer! Serial killer!
"Hurt her god! Hurt her bad!"
Luscious pain, fear and dread
When they die, I get so sad
Forgive me, my darling
I didn't mean to kill you
I have to swallow my sin
You're gonna be dinner for me