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Trailer Park Broadcast

de Dead Pop Club

This is the tale of the evil himself
Most known by almost every fucking human being

He’s half dead
He’s a Satan’s prospect
He got just lies on the tip of his tongue
And that’s how he will raise his children
Pushing them into shit
The day is nice, the work time is fine
But in his house he gets changed a bit
And that’s when he becomes a sinner
More like a drunk beast

So we call him nefarious
He hits his wife on the nose with an english wrench
He gives a shit, he doesn’t mind anything

He is moving on, climbing a barb fence

He tells his pals really good advices
And when they leaves their houses to go fishing
That’s when he fucks their women
His friends loves bastard kids

He’s lucky hope didn’t quit him yet
He’s getting warnings with his face from Death
She sent him gifts like a chainsaw
To cuddle when he sleeps

People called him nefarious
Demons around looking for a soul to pick up
They got your name written in their bible

Boy, you’ll pay the law frying in an electric chair

And now you know how it’s easy to give up
When there is germs eating all of your flesh
They will put you down in your own limbo
Swimming in a switchblade sea

We used to call him nefarious

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