W.A.S.P.

Stone cold killers

Stone Cold Killers

Think about the sorrow you brought
Think of all the horror you made
Lying to a world that you wrought
Dying for the world, oh that you made

Johnny get your guns
You´ll need all of those prophets you pray
Oh yeah Johnny get your guns
I´ve come to kill the god that you made

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I´m gonna murder superman
Murder superman
Stone cold killer´s what I am
Your widowmaking ones come
You can´t hide
I´m gonna murder superman
Murder superman
I got a heart breaker in my hands
Yeah here I come
You´re gonna die

What´d you get for the souls that you bought
The bloody dead in the trades
Don´t never blame the souls that you lost
Upon the whores of Babylon that you laid

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Your lying messiah you know isn´t real
How will you die for the one that you kneel
Better get your guns
I´m gonna kill your God
My God will kill your God