Fiend Or Foul Lyrics

I beat the dead; they don't fight back,
They have no need, they have no lack,
They bear the marks of my attack,
I beat the dead; they don't react.

Call me fiend, or call me foul,
Throw me to the dogs that bite and howl,
Before you point a finger or cry an empty tear,
Buy yourself an alibi, get yourself a mirror.

I rob the poor; they don't mind,
I take whatever I happen to find;
It's never much at any one time,
I rob the poor; it's not a crime.

Call me fiend, or call me foul,
Throw me to the dogs that bite and howl, Before you point a finger or cry an empty tear,
Better get yourself an alibi, buy yourself a mirror.

I beat the dead,
I beat the dead.

I kill the children before they're born,
As their little feet begin to form,
Don't buy them shoes; they won't get worn,
I kill the children; I am not scorned.

Call me fiend, or call me foul,
Throw me to the dogs that bite and howl,
Before you point a finger or cry an empty tear,
Buy yourself an alibi, get yourself a mirror.

I beat the dead,
I beat the dead.

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