Альбом Lordi

They called me the Leather Apron
They called me Smiling Jack
They prayed to the heavens above
That I would never ever come back

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Red drops stain satin so white
The way I sign my name
The neighborhood's pretty dead at night
And I'm the one to blame

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Scream all you want you won't wake up when you scream
No-one leaves... The Monsterican Dream

Can you hear how the children weep?
Chills of fear like a sawblade cutting deep...

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Once again there is pain, I bring flames, I bring cold
I'm the Blood Red Sandman coming home
On this unholy night I will make you my own
Blood Red Sandman coming home again
I'm coming home again!

Some want it soft
Some want it hard
Some like it slow
Some like it fast as the shark

You hate it every single way
You really need no room to play
You make it so damn hard to stay

Run away
Run away
Ooh, you better run away
Run away
Run away
Run before it's too late
The truth is right behind you
Closing in... on you!
So run away

You ain't nobody's nightmare
You weren't boiled in flames
You ain't no Devil's daughter
You don't know her pain
There's no 7-headed demons
No lakes above the ground
But on the day of black sun rises, see
It's you who's going down
To hell with the pop

You wipe the smile right off your face
That leads to higher 'bout to holy ways
You think your fashion seems you fine
You're much not worth for single die
You will be flow down for your crimes

Run away
Run away
Ooh, you better run away
Run away
Run away
Run before it's too late
The truth is right behind you
Closing in... on you!
So run away

You ain't nobody's nightmare
You weren't boiled in flames
You ain't no Devil's daughter
You don't know her pain
There's no 7-headed demons
No lakes above the ground
But on the day of black sun rises, see
It's you who's going down
To hell with the pop

[Solo]

You ain't nobody's nightmare
You weren't boiled in flames
You ain't no Devil's daughter
You don't know her pain
There's no 7-headed demons
No lakes above the ground
But on the day of black sun rises, see
It's you who's going down
To hell with the pop

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