He's a smile on the face of a killer, a charm on the end of a chain,
A hurricane blowing out of its mind, that washes the ruin with rain,
He's a beast that appears as a beauty, a trap just waiting to snap,
He's not what he appears to be, he's a conman with a great rap.

He feels so clever when he pulls the lever that makes you a part of his show,
Evil runs wild with a long lost child,
Let my people go.

He hides in dirty trash cans and in garbage on the street, or palaces that belong to kings...but he never hides in the beat.

He feels so clever when he pulls the lever, makes you a part of his show,
Evil runs wild with a long lost child,
Let my people go, let 'em go.

He hides in dirty trash cans or in garbage on the street, or in palaces that belongs to kings...but he never hides in the beat.

He feels so clever when he pulls the lever, makes you a part of his show,
Evil runs wild with a long lost child,
Let my people go.

Evil runs wild with a long lost child,
Evil runs wild with a long lost child,
Let my people go,
Evil runs wild with a long lost child,
Evil runs wild with a long lost child,
Let my people go.