Lurchin' round the parking lot
A man possessed
(Of not a lot)
Skin and bones and rings and crown
Legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and loose lips
Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open book
Scribbled in his own blood
His constant companion
Is always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary
The diary of sick man
Overcome by waves of lechery
One for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back
He kisses big, he kisses black
Profile of Neaderthal
Leaves his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture, barroom brawls
Takin' notes from toilet walls
His victim screams
He has a ball
The bigger the head
The harder they fall
He lives a life of luxury
He lives a life of misery
The entries in his diary
Are the entries of sick man
His pen's as mighty as his sword
Bites off more than he can afford
The torture Meister relishing
Intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning
The newly acquired insecurity
Gets in fights, stays up nights
Rends and mends companion's tights
Forcin' symptoms of his own disease
A boy for you, black plague for me
Blackheaded blackguard with a blackjack
Laced his coffee with spoons of Ratsac
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place
Hangs his carrots in front of his own face
Lust and greed has swallowed him
Tearing limb from hymn to limb
He's worried now
He got a gun swallowed
In his clammy hams
All he got for Christmas
Was a chip on his shoulder
And a constant reminder
Left companion in a pool of blood
She had tried to make him taste
His own medicine
Gone down dead end alleyway
Hey, sick man
Suck this, sick man, eat hot lead
He's grinding, shaking, dancing dead
Illegal entries in his diary
Diary of sick man
His constant companion
Was always at hand
Now she's an entry in the diary
The diary of sick man
His constant companion
Always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary
The diary of sick man
Illegal entries in his diary
Diary of sick man
Sick man, sick man, sick man

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN