Serial Killer - Lyrics - A Pale Horse Named Death

A Pale Horse Named Death is an American gothic metal band based out of Brooklyn, New York. It was created by Sal Abruscato and produced engineered by Matt Brown of Seventh Void and Uranium 235. The band has recently released their second album titled Lay My Soul to Waste.

Hey little girl won't you get in my van Interior’s leather and it looks real tan I got a bag of candy just for you and I wanna see you suck on a lollipop I'm the son of the devil himself I’m the one they call a killer Doing 105 across the state line I can’t get caught ‘cause I’ll do some time I got you all tied up in the back of my car I didn’t really think I would get this far I’m the son of the angel of death I can be Your serial killer Son of Sam got nothing on me You’re gonna be my number 23 I gotta a collection of finger nails I just need ten more, only from you yeah I’m the son of the devil himself I’m the one they call a killer I’m the son of angel of death I can be your serial killer I could be your next door neighbor I could be your lost long brother I could be someone that you know I could be your serial killer Now I’m on the run, run from the law They wanna’ know what I did with your corpse I got a disease an and appetite for death What a pleasure it was to see you take your last breath I’m the son of the devil himself I’m the one they call a killer I’m the son of the angel of death I can be your serial killer