Just a young man from the suburbs
Went abroad as a
martyr
What a
hangman he became
Made poor
people live in fear
Claiming he
was right
And the
world was wrong
He’d never
heard
The
ugliness in his hate-song
So he kicked
And he killed
And he drilled
Cut throats
He was the devil of the suburbs
Sowing fear in foreign land
*
His wife, she stood behind him
Like satan
dressed in curtains, black
Preaching what he did was good
Sadly she
never understood
What she
did was a big sin
Condemning the
whole world and claiming the land
That did
not even belong to them, but to otherone's hands
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They had a
child, poor kid of three
Travelled with them, to his spooky destiny
Between
bombs, between ruins, between hate
He couldn’t
help he was born
Out of
suburbs devils singing their nasty song
It was the
boy’s awful fate
His dad
thought 76 maidens would wait
In heaven for
him when he’d die
Poor
maidens in heaven
*
The devil
of the suburbs
He went as a
martyr
But what a
hangman he was
On foreign
land, far from home
Morrigan believes in
'Do everything you want, but don't harm anyone.'
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