Wicked Young Man

Cold blue swastika tattooed on my skin The ice in my veins, the staples in my chin I've got it carved in my forehead, 'Slave To My Sin' Too violent for the brotherhood to ever take me in Gonna write down my law in blood upon the street To the cadence of a goose-step, heavy metal beat Wanna purify my race, gonna turn up the heat Just wanna make 'em die and make the job complete I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I like to run my body on heavy heavy fuel I can punch through a wall, I can kick like a mule I got a pocketful of bullets and a blueprint of the school I'm the devil's little soldier, I'm the devil's little tool I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I got every kind of chemical pumpin' through my head I read Mein Kampf daily just to keep my hatred fed I never ever sleep, I just lay in my bed Dreamin' of the day when everyone is dead I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a vicious young man I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man