He is the angel with the scabbed wings
Hard-drug face, want to powder his nose
He will deflower the freshest crop
Dry up all the wombs with his rock and roll sores

Chorus:
Dead
Is what he is, he does what he please
The things that he has you´ll never want to see
What you´re never gonna be now
Sketch a little keyhole for looking-glass people
You don´t want to be him
You only want to see him
Mommy´s got a scarecrow, gotta let the corn grow
Man can´t always reap what he sow

"He is the maker"
(He is the taker)
"He is the saviour"
(He is the raper)

(verse 2)

(chorus)

Get back you´re never gonna leave him
Get back you´re always gonna please him