Satan Place

Lurchin' round the parking lot, a man possessed (of not a lot)
Skin and bones and rings and crown, legs reach right down to the ground
Swivel hips and loose lips. Stab the dagger, turn it round
His life's an open boo scribbled in his own blood
His constant companion always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Overcome by waves of lechery - one for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his backhe kisses BIG, he kisses BLACK
Profile of neanderthalleaves his debris in the hall
Pushover furniture-barroom brawls... takin' notes from toilet walls
His victim screams - he has a ball
THE BIGGER THE HEAD THE HARDER THEY FALL
He lives a life of luxury, he lives a life of misery
The entries in his diary are the entries of SICK-MAN
His constant companion always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His pen's as mighty as his sword. Bites off more than he can afford
The torture-meister relishing - intimidating everything
Typewriter rhythms drowning the newly acquired insecurity
Gets in fightsstays up nightsrends and mends companion's tights
Forcin' symptoms of his own disease
A BOY FOR YOU, BLACK PLAGUE FOR ME
His constant companion always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
His constant companion always at hand
Makin' entries in his diary... the diary of SICK-MAN
Blackheaded Blackguard with a blackjack
Laced his coffee with spoons of RATSAC
Hangs his trophies on walls of his place - hangs his carrots in front
of his face
Lust and greed has swallowed him - tearing limb from hymn to limb
He's worries how - he got a gun swallowed in his clammy hams
All he got for Christmas was a chip on his shoulder
And a constant reminder
Left c