Текст Mr. Torture Helloween

Welcome to the torture chamber,
Said the sign above the entrance.
Laughing as he taked you by the hand.
Looking like a maniac savage,
Inside you can sense the anguish.
Theatre of pain has just begun.

Mr. Torture gives pain,
With his whips and his chains.
He knows just what you crave.
Mr. Torture!
If you're feeling alone,
Then just pick up your phone:
Dial 18 double 0.
Mr. Torture!
Mr. Torture sells pain!

Only sixty cents a minute,
For his special brand of sinning.
Phone guaranteed to blow your mind.
You can catch him on the website,
Has a live chat every weeknight.
Cyber-torture soon coming your way.

Mr. Torture sells pain,
To the housewives in Spain.
He knows just what they crave.
Mr. Torture!
If you're feeling alone,
Then just pick up your phone:
Dial 18 double 0.
Mr. Torture!
Mr. Torture sells pain!

Handcuffed, bound, chained, and blinded,
Body, soul, and mind ignited.
Every sense is torn and ripped apart.
He's been banned in twenty countries,
Though he does it for money.
He gets pleasure from hearing you scream.

Mr. Torture gives pain,
With his whips and his chains.
He knows just what you crave.
Mr. Torture!
If you're feeling alone,
Then just pick up your phone:
Dial 18 double 0.
Mr. Torture!
Mr. Torture!
Mr. Torture sells pain!!!