Taka-san

<center>On Feb. 28th. 1960 the Nightstalker was born
and on to everyone he did scorn
Hated by many. Feared by most
Always a guest. Never a host
Drugs running through veins
Forced entry-shooting brains.
Alive at night under the stars
A steady diet of pop and candy bars
Invading house with no use of a key
Jamming to the tunes of AC/DC

To a lot of people he is scary
Drinking rum in the cemetery
A heart throb to all the girls
He'll fuck you then steal your pearls
The Nightstalkers reign of terror
Ends in a street chase

And from that point on America
Will always remember Evils face
Now the Nightstalker waits in his cell
Waits for death and waits for Hell