Elvis Hitler
Hellbilly
Ghouls (Looking For Food)
Rotten flesh dripping from my bones
As I rip through suburban homes
Creep about in a shroud of fog
I'll tear the heart
>From your family dog
CHORUS
Ghouls
Looking for you
Ghouls
Looking for food
Each night when I leave my grave
A doomed woman will become
My slave
Mangled corpse left on the ground
Her head will never be found
CHORUS
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