He was born with an error in his brain A little devil lives inside his head Some people call him mad some call him insane He can only be satisfied
i hear you laughing, laughing behind my back but i'm following you - yeah, i'm following your track a long long time ago you broke my heart and let me
was a cenobite Needless pins all over his head Oh god that box's gonna be my death It was a hellraiser a hellraiser And now now now I'm hellbound Night
Walkin through the graveyard late at night She's holding my hands oh so tight Cause she's my nekromantic baby And she loves me so [x2] She's making
Weird things happen Around twelve o'clock at night Screaming voices, creepy sounds Scary shadows in the pale moonlight The curtains are shaking And the
riding down the road of life - he's driving fast the wind is blowing in his face, how long will he last spending all his money on beer, no women in
See those women lying in a twisted pile of blood and bone See those spirits flying by and everything is good Take a walk on a beach of mine, enjoy the
Traducere: Nekromantix. Hellbound.
Busse brodre!
Don't go down that street at night, I was told If you do it anyway, you're never gonna get old Little kids and rotting teeth, that's hellstreet Oh I
Convicted for murder, had no alibi They said I had a motive, but that's a lie They found me as guilty as hell So here I am, sitting in my death cell
Swamp! I'm going down down down, down in the swamp Better turn back around You can't get free You'll drown in misery, that swamp Well I've been running
I hear you laughing, laughing behind my back but i'm following you - yeah, i'm following your track a long long time ago you broke my heart and let
he was a cenobite Needles pinned all over his head Oh god, that box's gonna be my death It was a hellraiser, a hellraiser And now now now I'm hellbound
Nekromantix We are Nekromantix Watch out Hellbound, yeah We're hellbound
He was born with an error in his brain Some people call him mad, some people call him insane A little devil lives inside his head He can only be satisfied
Riding down the road of life - he's driving fast the wind is blowing in his face, how long will he last spending all his money on beer, no women in
