Driving through the suburbs
Looking for ladies of the night
Hes a man with a plan
And that plan involves a knife
SICK FUCKER
HES SICK
Curb crawling freak
In the streets hell cruise
For another piece of meat
To cut up and abuse
SICK FUCKER
HES SICK
In these streets a car drives
Behind the wheel is a sick mind
When night comes stay inside
Behind the wheel is a sick mind
Writer(s): Rhys Davies, Jay Kinkade, Rohan Alexander Harrison
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