Lyrics

Mr. Handsome

He’s at the corner of the bar with his reptile smile
He’s flashing his cash and he’s biding his time
Looking for a gal who will never be missed
He buys her a drink, and he blows her a kiss

THEY CALL HIM MISTER HANDSOME,OH LORD
EVERYWHERE HE GOES, OH LORD
BUT IF YOU GET IN HIS CAR, GIRL, YOU’LL NEVER MAKE IT HOME
BYE BYE FAREWELL

He’s rehearsed all his lines, made 20 pick-ups before
Got 20 skulls in his trunk, and he wants 30 more
Death on his mind, snake oil charmin’ his tongue
And the blood on his hands don’t trouble him none

And if you can hear- the wolves start to howl
Take heed, for this man is murder most foul
Mothers oh shelter your wild, wild daughters
To him they are merely sweet lambs for the slaughter