A black toothed man with a broken hand
When you see him
You'll know who I mean

He'll teach you lessons
Tell you where to begin
He'll even sell himself

Sold under sin

Reputation as a stubborn stupid man

A smell of death
What a charming frightening scent
A walking zombie with no ticket in his hand

A nice corpse doing the best he can

You should know

You're almost gone
One of the good
But it turned out wrong


I don't care 'bout your bad behaviour
I can't save you

Can't change you
Don't care 'bout you bad behaviour
Can't save you

Can't change you
Far from home
Mommies little boy is gone

I can't change you

Rich !@$(

Do you see the broken glass
You climb the ladder
Jealous of your own $$#

Sometimes it happens
I get slapped in the face
It turns me on

That's what I chase

[Guitar solo by Bjorn Gelotte]