Elvis Hitler - Ghouls (Looking For Food) Тексты

Rotten flesh dripping from my bones
As I rip through suburban homes
Creep about in a shroud of fog
I'll tear the heart
From your family dog
Ghouls
Looking for you
Ghouls
Looking for food

Each night when I leave my grave
A doomed woman will be come
My slave
Mangled corpse left on the ground
Her head will never be found
Ghouls
Looking for you
Ghouls
Looking for food
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