Like royal rats in kitten skin And all the blondes drop their panties and cry To the father's first lullaby
So let me paint you with my love With my love, with my love ♪ To kill the man behind the crowd Would be viewed as amateur ♪ Because the king is invisible The king is invisible And death is a profession ♪ So let me paint you with my love ♪ With my love, with my love ♪ It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you ♪ It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you ♪ It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you ♪ It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you ♪ It's not a life sentence But a death dream for you