Текст песни Сатана Печёт Блины - Дворник-убийца

Fm A # m
Again Damn map expectations
G # A # m
for the year ahead.
It is for your window watching your yard sweeps.
You climb up the routine, going to school.
And in his hand a black glove and knife in his fist.
Fm F
Chorus:
A # m G #
Janitor killer -
C # F
Bastard and crazy.
He is not afraid of human laws.
He is not afraid of thunder in jail.
In the dark eye sockets illuminate death.

He'll always seemed kind, nice old man,
and now plunges into your ribs satanic number.
Gently pull up the flesh and shreds his way to the heart.
Quiet whispers all-just wants to look at him.