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 bastard
Do you see the broken glass
You climb the ladder
Jealous of your own ass
Sometimes it happens
I get slapped in the face
It turns me on
That´s what I chase