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• Artiste: Wolf
• Titre: Jekyll & Hyde
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Alone in the house since his parents die Talking to himself Sneaking away from the neighbors eyes Quiet and reserved All the girls from school always were so cruel Nothing like the ladies at the morgue Shall we do it in the coffin in the back of the church? I know you'll keep a secret and you won't say a word No one knows me, I like to keep to myself I've got hundreds of faces on the shelf He is the voice of the oppressed and the weak Wearing the face of justice Until Friday night when his dick is hard He throws that face away Feel the force like the hammer of Thor Pounding against the flesh He's the hook in the hooker, pulling her down Raping the night away No one knows me, I like to keep to myself I've got hundreds of faces on the shelf For how long can I keep the monster inside I feel the Jekyll and Hyde are about to collide Mr Pentecostal Pastor with his pretty young wife Preaching like a pro An apostle of disaster with a great appetite Feel his healing hands Let us pray, and he preys on their sweet young flesh Offering his pastoral care Thou shall not covet thy neighbor's wife But wasn't it strange when his second wife died? No one knows me, I like to keep to myself I've got hundreds of faces on the shelf For how long can I keep the monster inside I feel the Jekyll and Hyde are about to collide