Elvira

She was just sixteen
Going on seventeen
Dumb little girl
Hidden from the world

I can still see the candle burning for her
Newspaper articles describing the murder

Come in, come in
Yeah
Come in, come in
Yeah

We want more
More blood, more whores
More naked little girls
Lying in the snow
Hearts turning cold

I didn’t remember her face
Till I saw it again
This time covered with lace

Come in, come in
Yeah
Come in, come in
Yeah

For those who are left
After such a life theft
Remember that forgiven sinners
Will never be winners

The sky turns red
Every time I die
In your bed

So come in, come in
Yeah
Come in, come in
Yeah