Fifteen days... Fifteen bodies...
Fifteen ways... Fifteen corpses
Slaughters with a common point
A red nose on the smashed face of the dead
A killer wants each of us dead
Midgets, dwarves, the short legged
Fate strikes again the miniature
Once punished by Mother Nature
Federate - Organize - Resist
Dismembered litlle bodies
Eviscerated human dollies
With objects sticked into their butts
(This is) A holocaust in Lilliput
A community traumatized
The petits nains are terrorized
Carnage atmosphere
Horror in Smallville
Watch the short legged organize their strike back
Determined to survive
Smallest militia that you've ever seen
To the keep the dwarves alive
Army of the little - United and strong against barbarism
I think I've heard an information about the one who's responsible
For the carnage among us my friends, the one that loves us better dead
It could well be a clown - And there's a circus downtown
Let's investigate, find him and then castigate
Let's abduct the fucker, force-feed him spitting flowers
Let's investigate, find him and then castigate
Let's abduct the fucker, force-feed him spitting flowers
Get up get up get up get up
Let's get it up
Bloodthirsty midgets are combing our town
With every tool convenient to kill a clown
Mocking the tiny may damage your health
Your body soon will swing at the gallows end
Washing our honor
Avenging our brothers
We know the monster (we have to) seek & destroy
Come on come on get up get up, get him tied at the end of the blade
Come on come on get up get up, got a monster to seek & destroy
Come on come on get up get up, confessions then decapitate
There'll be no mercy no second chance
(Find him, greet him, kill him, then eat him).
From the guts of town, a vengeance is arising
And it seems that Mr Bozo's evening is gonna be no country walk
We know where you live, we know you live alone, we're heading for
Your place
Gonna tear it all down
We've got sticks and guns and ropes and knives and there's no use to run
Cause you cannot hide
Mr Clown
Now the joke's on you
A worm in the apple has fucked up your brain
You got a big black ball instead of your head
So don't be stunned if I give you a hug
It's a stab in the back, a dryer in your hot tub
Mr Clown
Now the joke's on you
This is not my last confidence
I prepare my defense with offense
So what the fuck would be the good scarves
To hang the half of an army of dwarves
And that joke's funny
At the end you die
Yeah the joke's on you
At the end you die
This is not my last confidence
I prepare my defense with offense
So what the fuck would be the good scarves
To hang the half of an army of dwarves
Thank you for the compliment
I'm gonna use and abuse of my absolute combination
I prepare my own defense in case a
Mouse trap is not enough to fight the midget mission