All american, an evil game of extortion A sick old man, and who would guess He was once s.s. A deadly fascination, of a madman's solution Six million dead, poison tales pollutes his head
Tell me a story--will ya, will ya A real good story, I won't leave till ya Spill your guts old man Leave out any secrets, hiding in the
Any skeletons, and all your other sins Any skeletons, in the closet Any skeletons, any misfortunes Any skeletons, hiding in the closet Any skeletons, any skeletons In the closet!it's insanity, puppetmaster boy or nazi Apt pupil, he hears the screams Nightmares turn into wet dreams Hatred lives, boiling inside, Dealing death it's bumicidein too deep, Their secpill your guts old man Leave out any secrets, Hiding in the...
Fun pickin-part The truth comes out, conspiracy there is no doubt His life is ruined, but no not yet He's still got one card in the deck A loaded gun, a happy smile, He'll scope the freeway for awhile King of the world, four hundred rounds, It took five hours to bring him down Tell me a story--will ya, will ya A real good story, I won't leave til ya Spill your guts old manleave out any secrets, Hiding in the
Writer/s: CHARLIE L. BENANTE, DANIEL ALAN SPITZ, FRANK JOSEPH BELLO, JOSEPH A. BELLARDINI, SCOTT IAN ROSENFELD
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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