Wicked Young Man
(Brutal Planet)
Cold blue swastika tattoed on my skin
The ice in my veins
The staples in my chin
I´ve got it carved in my forhead
"Slave to my sin"
Too violent for the brotherhood to ever take me in
Gonna write down my law in blood upon the street
To the Cadence of a goose-step heavy metal beat
Wanna purify my race gonna turn up the heat
Just wanna make ´em die and make the job complite
I am a vicious young man
Oh, I´m a wicked young man
It´s not the games that I play
The movies I see
The music I dig
I´m just a wicked young man
I like to run my body on heavy, heavy fuel
I can punch to a wall
I can kick like a mule
I got a pocketful of bullets and blueprint of the school
I´m the devil´s little soldier
I´m the devil´s little tool
I am a vicious young man
Oh, I´m a wicked young man
It´s not the games that I play
The movies I see
The music I dig
I´m just a wicked young man
I got every kind of chemical pumpin´ thru my head
I read mein kampf daily
just to keep my hatred fed
I never ever sleep I just lay in my bed
Dreamin´ of the day when everyone is dead
I am a vicious young man
Oh, I´m a wicked young man
It´s not the games that I play
The movies I see
The music I dig
I´m just a wicked young man
I am a vicious man
Oh, I am vicios young man
I am a vicious young man
Oh, I am a wicked young man
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