Lock your house at night Its Christmas
What do you teens want at Christmas
Sarah wants a dog and drain box
Sweet seventeen not aware
Turn a waist-dress
Heard a sound
Theres your dog wait
Its Santa its too late
He is always too late
El Mano- Meet your interest of destruction
El Mano- Greet your next victim
El Mano- Sss-Slu*
El Mano- She is in a thrill of a night
Today damn witch you better get your move on
You are stalked like a victim pursue serpents head
Youre displaced by a bone number
Scream I´m right behind
Youre next
Youre doomed to suffer the violence
Of writhing torment
Its hard to breath
And I cook meals of human flesh and bones
Shall I put your skull back on you
Or hang on your wall
In terror In terror
A zombie act
I should have listened to Sarah
Its your neighbor DEATH
Bury your limbs in a five-foot chamber
Illustrated in death magazines
Your cross is such such a pale one
Miss fortune now tell them you killed her
Youre a rat and hell live upon us
Rot give maggot something to eat
I tried tasted 5000 roses but still I looked dead
Still I look dead hanging on your wall
In terror In terror
A zombie act
I should have listened to Sarah
Her red blood eyes
Those deep blue eyes- Sarah
My dark black eyes
Its just a torture
But youre is so precious
Here is my Christmas gift
Thanks for Christmas Eve
I miss my terror
Gordon Gazella - El Mano Del Torture Lyrics
Gordon Gazella - El Mano Del Torture Lyrics
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Lock your house at night Its Christmas
What do you teens want at Christmas
Sarah wants a dog and drain box
Sweet seventeen not aware
Turn a waist-dress
Heard a sound
Theres your dog wait
Its Santa its too late
He is always too late
El Mano- Meet your interest of destruction
El Mano- Greet your next victim
El Mano- Sss-Slu*
El Mano- She is in a thrill of a night
Today damn witch you better get your move on
You are stalked like a victim pursue serpents head
Youre displaced by a bone number
Scream I´m right behind
Youre next
Youre doomed to suffer the violence
Of writhing torment
Its hard to breath
And I cook meals of human flesh and bones
Shall I put your skull back on you
Or hang on your wall
In terror In terror
A zombie act
I should have listened to Sarah
Its your neighbor DEATH
Bury your limbs in a five-foot chamber
Illustrated in death magazines
Your cross is such such a pale one
Miss fortune now tell them you killed her
Youre a rat and hell live upon us
Rot give maggot something to eat
I tried tasted 5000 roses but still I looked dead
Still I look dead hanging on your wall
In terror In terror
A zombie act
I should have listened to Sarah
Her red blood eyes
Those deep blue eyes- Sarah
My dark black eyes
Its just a torture
But youre is so precious
Here is my Christmas gift
Thanks for Christmas Eve
I miss my terror
What do you teens want at Christmas
Sarah wants a dog and drain box
Sweet seventeen not aware
Turn a waist-dress
Heard a sound
Theres your dog wait
Its Santa its too late
He is always too late
El Mano- Meet your interest of destruction
El Mano- Greet your next victim
El Mano- Sss-Slu*
El Mano- She is in a thrill of a night
Today damn witch you better get your move on
You are stalked like a victim pursue serpents head
Youre displaced by a bone number
Scream I´m right behind
Youre next
Youre doomed to suffer the violence
Of writhing torment
Its hard to breath
And I cook meals of human flesh and bones
Shall I put your skull back on you
Or hang on your wall
In terror In terror
A zombie act
I should have listened to Sarah
Its your neighbor DEATH
Bury your limbs in a five-foot chamber
Illustrated in death magazines
Your cross is such such a pale one
Miss fortune now tell them you killed her
Youre a rat and hell live upon us
Rot give maggot something to eat
I tried tasted 5000 roses but still I looked dead
Still I look dead hanging on your wall
In terror In terror
A zombie act
I should have listened to Sarah
Her red blood eyes
Those deep blue eyes- Sarah
My dark black eyes
Its just a torture
But youre is so precious
Here is my Christmas gift
Thanks for Christmas Eve
I miss my terror
Writer: Gordon Gazella
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