Elvis Hitler

Ghoul

Elvis Hitler


Rotten flesh dripping from my bones 
As I rip through suburban homes 
Creep about in a shroud of fog 
I'll tear the heart 
From your family dog 
Ghouls 
Looking for you 
Ghouls 
Looking for food 

Each night when I leave my grave 
A doomed woman will be come 
My slave 
Mangled corpse left on the ground 

Her head will never be found 
Ghouls 
Looking for you 
Ghouls 
Looking for food