Hey There Mr. Brooks



Oh, you're back to me and the hunger returnsI told myself I was done for goodAll the memories of all the pictures burnedI see them dancingMy heart begins to pound
I didn't make a soundThey didn't see me comingThe lights are left onThe curtains left wide
One scream it's overI lay them side by sideHolding each other
I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my faceI'll be there in the morning to start it all again
Boy you caught me red handedYou've got no fucking clue what you just got yourself intoPanic runs down your leg, seeing me kill againYou just got yourself caught and you don't even know itOn the drive you get the rush and pull the gun on meWe make the stop, it's time to be set free
Oh, the bullets goneI take the spade I slit your throatYou fall into your grave I cover up my tracks I'm doneI won't kill againI said that's it I'm done
I'll be there in the morning with a smile on my faceI'll be there in the morning to start it all again
No she'sDaddy's little girlShe wasn't meant to be another meBut it's the scissors to my fucking throat
No she'sDaddy's little girlShe wasn't meant to be another meBut it's the scissors to my fucking throat