Molester

Molester - The Plot In You/Landon Tewers

Dear Mr Coleman I hope your fingers rot

I pray that you will be the last of your kind

This is a warning to you

Hell will seem like a ride

Compared to what awaits for you

That evil look you gave her

That contradicting smile

Those goosebumps swell with your perversion

He whispers "I will kill you"

The sweat drops from his brow

He knows he'll have to face her father

Your old wrinkled hands

And those pebbles for teeth

I hope you had a good life

Now put your hands to your knees

With the TV so loud

All the neighbors will hear

Is a re-run from Seinfeld

And they'll cover their ears

They will never speak your name

They will never hear your name

Dear Mr Coleman I hope your fingers rot

I pray that you will be the last of your kind

That evil look you gave her

That contradicting smile

Those goosebumps swell with your perversion