Service with a Smile - Thunder

He has the eyes of the killer of road

We’re so shure

He has the look of the maniac himself

All we swear

They send him to kill, Send to dishonour

Blot of shame tormenting him

In this topsy — turvy, They send him to rape

Send to homicide, Blot of killer pride for him

No repent no remorse, They gave him money

They gave him orders, His self-control

Made them so sure for him

In his phantom photos

His partners betrayed him

Cause he’s a maniac

Get up from accusation chair

You will hear the verdict

You are tried and found guilty

Of crimes with prepensation

We’ve to bring him to the room of gas

For execution this our verdict for killers

Verdict for maniacs

He has to be tortured with knives by us

(For the) Crimes had made

He has to be executed in gas

(Tied) by our hands

Poison obscured him, Brings him to the end

His dead body after, Is washwed and examinated

He’ll say on his tomb

Ashes to ashes, Performing burial service

Over him, prison’s priest

Bidding farewell prayes

(He) Belongs to Jesus, Oh it’s no true

Sinful belongs to hell, His soul goes to hell

Soul fasten with nails, The soul without peace