Soul Destroyer from Wild Child by Eliot Wilder

They call me Bobby Oppenheimer
The wrecker of mankind
You think you got a good thing going
Well I will screw from behind
Yeah that's how I get my kick
By acting like a lousy stinkin' prick

I am a soul, soul destroyer
And I will find your tender spot
I am a soul, soul destroyer
Let it rot, let it rot

They call me Adolf Freakin' Hitler
The killer of the Jews
You may think that I am joking
But this is not some clever ruse
Yeah that's how I get my yuks
By taking full advantage of dumb clucks

When it's a bright and a cheery day
With not a single cloud in the sky
I will bring a mess of rain on you
And you will say, Why, why, why

They call me Benny Mussolini
Well I'm a fascist and a fiend
I spread my lies with propaganda
All my clocks all get cleaned
Yeah that's how I yank my knob
It's a sick and dirty job

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