Murder Nights - Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats

Electrifying enemies with nightmares

The high priestess of print hold their command

Reeling from the anger of the circumstances

A dagger marked with lies drips from her hand

They don’t know what to do, it must be true

They don’t know what we do, it must be true

She’ll drown in a pool of fabled writing

The truth will sleep like poison in her mind

The enemy within are vilified and slandered

And dragged along the streets they left behind

I don’t want to know your name

I’ll cut your throat all the same

A mask of death that slips again

You’re sleeping in the piggy pen

I know you love murder nights, I know you love death