Hands Of Death (burn Baby Burn)

Rob Zombie & Alice Cooper

Sadistic wicked ones

Still the mortal sting

I am the only one

A Dark And Dreary Thing

And The Blood Washes

Across the crucified

Yeah, so few are chosen

And They do not die

I am the whore of fire

I see through sulfur eyes

I'm burning in denial

I chill myself alive

And the blood washes

Across the crucified

Yeah, so few are chosen

And they do not die

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

I creep and crawl inside

Into the heart of cold

So dead and paralyzed

A virgin of the soul

And the blood washes

Across the crucified

Yeah, so few are chosen

And they do not die

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn

In the hands of death

Burn baby burn