Helvíti spes texti sem ég fann á blaði frá Deep Red/Slugathor 7“ vinyl plötu. Veit ekki hvort þetta telst undir smásögur, en whatever.

I am deeply hurt by your calling
me a wemon hater. I am not.
But i am a monster.
I am the ”Son of Sam.“ I'm a little
”Brat.“
When Father Sam gets drunk
he gets mean. He beats his
famely. Sometimes he ties me
up to the back of the house.
Other times he locks me
in the garage. Sam loves to
drink blood.
”Go out and kill“ commands
Father Sam.
Behind our house some
rest. Mostly young - raped
and slaughtered - their
blood drained - just bones
now
Papa Sam keeps me locked
in the attic, too. I can't
get out but i look out the
attic window and watch
the world go by.
I feel like an outsider.
I am on a different wave
length then everybody.

I love to hunt. Prowling
the streets looking for
fair game - tasty meat. The
wemon of queens are Z
prettyist of all. I must
be the water they drink.
I live for the hunt, my life.
Blood for papa.

Mr. Borelli, sir
i don't want to kill ‘anymore
no sir, no more, but i
must, ”Honour thy father.“

I want to make love to the
world. I love people.
I don’t belong on earth.
Return me to Yahoos.

To the people of Queens,
I love you. And i
want to wish all of
you a happy Easter.
May god bless you
in this life and in
the next and for now

Else - Programmed too
kill.
However, to stop me you
must kill me. Attention
all police: shoot me first-
shoot to kill me or else.
Keep out of my way or
you will die!

Papa Sam is old now.
He needs some blood to
preserve his youth.
He has had too many
heart attacks. Too many
heart attacks.''Ugh me
hoot it urts Sonny boy.''

I miss my pretty
princess most of all.
She's resting in
our ladies house
but i'll she her soon.

I am the ”monster“-
´´Beelzebub” - The
“Chubby Behemouth.”

I say goodbye and
goodnight.

POLICE- let me
haunt you with these
words;

I'LL BE BACK!

I'LL BE BACK!

To be interrpreted
as- bang, bang, bang,
bang, bang - ugh!!

Yours in
murder
Mr. Monste