A black toothed man with a broken hand   When you see him   You'll know who I mean   He'll teach you lessons   Tell you where to begin   He'll even sell himself   Sold under sin      Reputation as a stubborn stupid man   A smell of death   What a charming frightening scent   A walking zombie with no ticket in his hand   A nice corpse doing the best he can      You should know   You're almost gone   One of the good   But it turned out wrong      I don't care 'bout your bad behaviour   I can't save you   Can't change you   Don't care 'bout you bad behaviour   Can't save you   Can't change you   Far from home   Mommies little boy is gone   I can't change you      Rich bastard   Do you see the broken glass   You climb the ladder   Jealous of your own ass   Sometimes it happens   I get slapped in the face   It turns me on   That's what I chase