Son of a Gun Songtext
von Brunhilde

Cry, holy mother
Cry for salvation of their souls

Misdeeds committed long before this dirty crime
The executions... "Four" mother′ bullet times

You died, holy mother
Died the first victim of your son

27 victims through their death got angelized
Many evil bullets that they didn't realize

You are a creep to hit and run
You are a craven son of a gun

You are a rat, your deed is done
You are the craven son of a gun
Son of a gun


Why pull the trigger?
Why are you acting so insane?
Nothing in the way, for 11 minutes of pain
Nothing there to sacrifice that allows you all this fame

You are a creep to hit and run
You are a craven son of a gun

You are a rat, your deed is done
You are the craven son of a gun
Son of a gun

Gone but not forgotten
They′re walking on the clouds
And the light is overwhelming
And their' screaming just ran out
In the mirror, the world is shining bright
Let there be sunrise, let there be light

You are a creep to hit and run
You are a craven son of a gun

You are a rat your deed is done
You are the craven son of a gun
Son of a gun