Lletres: Running Wild. Black Hand Inn. Mr. Deadhead.

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Brainless and narrow minded, a blockhead all the way
Prejudice's your religion, your maxim's to betray
Evil and overbearing, stupid cupidity
A mean and rotten racist, your fall is what I foresee

Tunes of hate, dirty lies and prate
Envy is poisoning your soul
Evil blood, you try to hatch a plot
But you'll never reach your goal

Mr. Deadhead, venomous toad
Mr. Deadhead, your soul will rot
Mr. Deadhead, habitual liar
Mr. Deadhead, hate's your desire

A slave to evilness, you'll face the truth
No more venom-lies, you will pay your dues
Hatred ate your heart, tearing your soul apart
The devil veils your soul with eternal dark

Tunes of hate, dirty lies and prate
Envy is poisoning your soul
Evil blood, you try to hatch a plot
But you'll never reach your goal

Mr. Deadhead, venomous toad
Mr. Deadhead, your soul will rot
Mr. Deadhead, habitual liar
Mr. Deadhead, hate's your desire

Brainless and narrow minded, a blockhead all the way
Prejudice's your religion, your maxim's to betray
Evil and overbearing, stupid cupidity
A mean and rotten racist, your fall is what I foresee

Tunes of hate, dirty lies and prate
Envy is poisoning your soul
Evil blood, you try to hatch a plot
But you'll never reach your goal

Mr. Deadhead, venomous toad
Mr. Deadhead, your soul will rot
Mr. Deadhead, habitual liar
Mr. Deadhead, hate's your desire