Crime Of The Century

In a little town in the middle of nowhere, of nowhere to away
People frightened and fear all over, around the city lines
If you are a ginger you beter watch out, watch out for your steps
If you get a devil’s scarab, you are in blacklist

It's a sign of the beetle psychopath
Looking for another victim
It ́s time to run, you better run away

In the middle of twentieth century, there's a killer on the prowl
Looking for some action, no reaction, choosing victims by chance
It's a case with no solution, there's no chance to explain
An unsolved criminal investigation, a cold case

That's the sign of the beetle psychopath
Looking for another victim
It's time to run away

It’s the crime of the century, to this town
No one can catch me
Crime of the century to these people
They won’t forget me
Crime of the century
Crime of the century

It's a personality disorder, a merciless atack
An extremely agressive behaviour, but he paid for his acts
It was a perfect crime, but there was a fire, a fire punishment
The city never got the killer, a killer instinct to be cruel