Testo In The Background

He's like an image on a backstreet wall

He's in a coma, won't talk at all

He likes to stir it up a little more

Now it's his time, it's time for more


Come on, ah-ha

Come on, ah-ha

Come on, ah-ha

Come on, ah-ha



I know his mother, she's a little witch

I know his sister now, what a bitch
He don't want all the other girls

Now he's killing, he's killing for thrills



Come on, ah-ha

Come on, ah-ha

Come on, ah-ha

Come on, ah-ha



I see him walking through the cemetry

And he ain't talking about what he can be

I see him losing now, what is his

And now he's killing, he's killing for thrills



Come on, ah-how

Come on, ah-how

Come on, ah-how

Come on, ah-how

Come on, ah-how

Come on, ah-how

Come on, ah-how

Come on, ah-how