The Perennial Legend of Dr. Mabuse - Mark Stoermer

The king of fraud, a mystagogue

He’s got a mob that calls him master

They’ll do the job for Mr. God

Plant a bomb and cause disaster

With the look into his eyes he will pry, lobotomize

As he slides into the center of your brain

When he’s spinning all the lies, you’ll be blind and hypnotized Without a sign,

you’re inside his mind game

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose

Modern titan, robbin' tyrant

Dr. Mabuse, yeah!

He’ll string the noose

Homicidal, kills all rivals

He’s the player, he’s the gambler

Speculate, manipulate

He’ll inside trade and rig the market

Filled with hate, won’t hesitate

Will mutilate to fill his pockets

When Carossa the dancer was locked up in the slammer

She was left abandoned in her quiet hell

The prosecutor wanted answers from the talented flapper

But she was silenced by poison in her cell

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose

Modern titan, robbin' tyrant

Dr. Mabuse, yeah!

He’ll string the news Homicidal, kills all rivals

There’s no love, just will to power

Rather fry, he won’t comply

With FBI that has him wired

He’ll let him die and say goodbye

Then tell the blind he was a liar

When the addict and assassins, they were cornered in the attic

With no choice, they had to give the man away

As they nabbed him he was manic, psychiatric, symptomatic

Hearing voices of the dead went insane

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose

Modern titan, robbin' tyrant

Dr Mabuse, yeah!

He’ll string the noose Homicidal, kills all rivals

Your heaven is his damnation

Death destruction is of his construction­-function

Blond American or dark­haired Prussian

Or Russian

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose