Fiend Or Foul

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 a 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 a 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 a alibi, get yourself a mirror

I beat the dead
I beat the dead