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Beneath the tailor's stitches Crowds and crowds of butchers play Hung high from the ceiling Staring at it, wondering how... No tree, no wall can stop their hell No snake, no trick is accounted for I am the murderer Complete this fatal moment While you're twisted and ready For duty calls: you are the bravest of all men Songtexte No suit, no shoe can hide the smell No snake, no trick is accounted for I am the murderer I'm clean of consequence I'm niggling, shameful, guilty I'm tempted, I'm hungry Instinct to kill My will has dropped, and I want it with a passion I'm lead by the weapon and it's red for hire But I'm clean of consequence I am the murderer Aus Songtexte Mania