Triumph of King Freak (A Crypt of Preservation and Superstition) Songtext
von Rob Zombie

King Freak gathering the brains of hyenas
King Freak drinking blood in the arena
King Freak taste the vectors of disease
King Freak destroy you while you′re on your knees

We ain't your execution (Get up)
We ain′t your head pollution (Get up)
We ain't your flock of sheep (Get up)
We ain't your minds to read (Down)

(Witch craft...)
(Devil worship...)
(Witch craft...)
(Devil worship...)


King Freak circling a legion of doom
King Freak exploding from a sonic boom
King Freak ringing your cathedral bells
King Freak calling from the mouth of hell

We ain′t your execution (Get up)
We ain′t your head pollution (Get up)
We ain't your flock of sheep (Get up)
We ain′t your minds to read (Down)

And the crows will dig your grave
I do not forgive, I do not save
And the crows will dig your grave
I do not forgive, I do not save

Devil...
Devil...

King Freak carve an X into your head
King Freak dripping deeper in the red
King Freak gathering sharks in the shallows
King Freak elevator to the gallows