In your eyes   Is the truth   Slip your head into the noose   Okay?       There you lay   In your bed   I'll put an axe through your head   Ecstasy?      As you smile   I'll thrust the knife   Into your paper bag   A new one, every night   Another book on sale today   Killed ten whores   With a food mixer   Hooray?      Books and films   Promote the scheme   That woman are only bred to be raped   Hear the screams on the screen      She lays spread eagled   In the dark   Bound and gagged   Just a sound - a beating heart      He's the king   Mounting his throne   But in truth a nobody   All alone      Theres money to be made   From murder and sex slaves   Read the papers   Today?      Hitler made a bomb   From those now gone   To the open graves   Of yesterday