Album: Wildweed

Sex Killer

King Solomon sittin' still
he sits on his grave
the tourists are singing
home on the range
he wigs out in the Frolic Room
and breaks all the mirrors
and someone starts yelling
"Man, he is weird!"

Sex Killer
Sex Killer
Sex Killer
man, he is bound to get you

I used to hate Solo
he hated me the same
I used to hate Solo
had to see him everyday
he turned my wife to the mud
his mass abused my son
he put me on his alter for kicks
then, he said "You are sick."

Sex Killer
Sex Killer
Sex Killer
man, he is bound to gte you

Now, Solo sits naked
he watches the clock
he's waiting for God
to come out of the box
but, the feminists move in
and break down the doors
he jumpps up with a rubber nose
and says, "You're a bore."

Sex Killer
Sex Killer
Sex Killer
man, he is bound to get you