Church Of Misery - Murder Company (Henry Lee Lucas) lyrics

A hardened predeator - wicked tag team They drifted across the south Born to be lose & live to be k**ed I had nothing but pure hatred! k**ing someone is just walking outdoors Three hundred murder through out the land Creepy male hooker - s**ual abuser Necrophilia - two of A kind Fed up with " CHRIST " Three hundred murder Again they set out on the road One eyed k**er And male prostitute Again they set out on the road... Again