I’m like a psychobilly madman sitting on a tree   K-I-L-L-I-N-G   Like a rockabilly zombie on a killing spree   K-I-L-L-I-N-G      I love to watch you bleed   Well I love to hear you scream   Well twisting, churning, smash your spleen   Everybody hides from the death machine   K-I-L-L-I-N-G      Like a pair of hellhounds from the depths below   K-I-L-L-I-N-G   Like a runaway train, last stop (death row)   K-I-L-L-I-N-G      I want to see them bleed   I need to hear them scream   Well twisting, churning, smash your spleen   Everybody runs from the death machine   K-I-L-L-I-N-G, go      Oh yeah      And to see them on their knees   Well I love to hear them scream   Well twisting, churning, smash your spleen   Everybody hides from the death machine      K-I-L-L-I-N-G [x3]      K-I-L-L-I-N-G, go