The Plot In You - Molester текст песни

Dear Mr. Coleman I hope your fingers rot
I pray that you will be the last of your kind
This is a warning to you
Hell will seem like a ride compared to what awaits for you
That evil look you gave her, that contradicting smile
Those goosebumps swell with your perversion
He whispers «I will kill you»
The sweat drops from his brow
He knows he’ll have to face her father
Your old wrinkled hands and those pebbles for teeth
I hope you had a good life, now put your hands to your knees
With the TV so loud, all the neighbors will hear
Is a re-run from Seinfeld and they’ll cover their ears
They will never speak your name, they will never hear your name
Dear Mr. Coleman I hope your fingers rot
I pray that you will be the last of your kind
That evil look you gave her, that contradicting smile
Those goosebumps swell with your perversion

Перевод песни "Molester"

Dear Mr. Coleman,

I hope your fingers rot,
I pray that you will be the last of your line.
This is a warning for you,
Hell will seem like a walk in the park compared to what awaits you.

That wicked glance you threw at her, that contradictory smile,
Those goosebumps swelling from your perversion.

He whispers: "I'll kill you",
Sweat drips from his forehead,
He knows he'll have to face her father.

Your old wrinkled hands and those pebbles instead of teeth,
I hope you had a good life, now drop your hands to your knees.

With the TV blaring so loud that all the neighbors can hear,
It's a rerun of "Seinfeld", and they'll plug their ears.

They'll never hear your name, they'll never hear your name.

Dear Mr. Coleman,
I hope your fingers rot,
I pray that you will be the last of your line.
That wicked glance you threw at her, that contradictory smile,
Those goosebumps swelling from your perversion.