rubbing my revolver, i walk out trough the door
it´s funny how my victims, always seem to want more
I kill and i kill, thats all that i do
one of these days i might even kill you

I´m walkin to the schoolhouse, grinning pleasantly
when a silly looking schoolboy, begs a cigarette from me
I fling out my revoler to shoot him in his face
when that silly looking schoolboy overpowers me with maze

Ashamed as i am
when i look at you ma´m
I know i could´ve killed you
if it hadn´t been for that man.