I′m Evil
I'm Not Like Other People
I′m A-a-a-a...
Do My Worst
Shoot The Moon. Stab The Sun
Got A Curse
On The Tip Of My Tongue
You Go First
And I Swear That I'll Jump

Born To Kill
Tiny Slice Of The Throat
A New Pill
Or The Poison You Know
Let It Spill
And I Swear That I'll Go

I Feel Just Fine When The Chill Runs Down My Spine
I Love The Pins And Needles
They Fall Apart When They′re Lonely In The Dark
But I′m Not Like Other People
I'm A-a-a-a-a-a Evil

I′m Evil
I'm Evil
I′m Evil
I'm Not Like Other People
I′m A-a-a-a-a-a Evil

Got A Gift
Got A Ball And A Chain
Iron Fist
Didn't Rust In Thе Rain
Make A List
And I Swear I'll Explain

I Feel Just Finе When The Chill Runs Down My Spine
I Love The Pins And Needles
They Fall Apart When They′re Lonely In The Dark
But I′m Not Like Other People
I'm A-a-a-a-a-a Evil

I′m Evil
I'm Evil
I′m Evil
I'm Not Like Other People
I′m A-a-a-a-a-a Evil

I'm Evil
I'm Evil
I′m Evil
I′m Not Like Other People
I'm A-a-a-a-a-a Evil