W.A.S.P. - Kill Your Pretty Face - Live

He come slow, the slither man So long crawls out of his own dead skin He come, he come I come here for your pain I come take all your pain away Two in me, they can't see who they are No, no, no little voice, with big horror Come meet the advocate's devil Leave your soul at the door And come on inside Asylums of lost insane A kiss from some slowly dying face Two in me, they can't see who they are no, no, no Sex and death and the american west Fuck us all, farewell to flesh I want you, I want to, I want to kill you Wanna kill your pretty face, kill your pretty face Come on give me a little piece of death The darkened heart inside the self To lives to sleep, to dies awake Kill your pretty, kill your pretty face Kill your pretty face Tear the heart out of mother and mother bleeds Cut mother open, and the wounded mother dies