w.a.s.p.
stone cold killers
Think about the sorrow You brought Think of all the horror You made Lying to a world That you wrought Dying for the world - oh That you made  What'd you get for Souls that you bought The bloody dead in the trades Don't never blame The souls that you lost - on The whores of Babylon That you laid  Johnny get your guns You'll need all those prophets you pay Oh yeah Johnny get your guns I've come to kill the god that you made  Im gonna murder supeman Murder superman Stone cold killer's what I am Your widowmaking ones come You can't hide I'm gonna murder superman Murder superman I got a heart breaker in my hands Yeah here I come Oh - You're gonna die  Your lying messiah you know isn't real How will you die fo the one that you kneel Better get your guns I'm gonna kill your god My God will kill your god