Sweet Revenge - Live at Fox Studios, 1983

See his memory fade
 Wife and daughter raped and killed one night
 Life's rewards erased
 Only one thing to look forward to
 He wants his sweet revenge
 Stalking lifeless streets
 Target waiting for him underneath the light
 Hands that shake with rage
 Clutching ornamented bronze and steel
 Nerves that twitch with fear
 Like a soldier waiting for attack
 His sweet revenge approaches
 Springing into flight
 Victims' scream are nothing that his heart can feel
 His essence is freed
 As the blade cuts from behind
 Slicing the temple where the tender flesh
 Joins one's only mind
 Fighting with a desperate last breath
 His life endures punishment a second time
 His vision is blurred
 As the life drops from his eyes
 Shining the weapon as his entrails fall
 Splattering upon the floor
 Ripping up the pieces of nerves that keep his limbs from dying
 Twitching as if still alive
 Letting the body ease from his arms
 Slowly slumping to the floor
 Smearing all the blood along his fingertips
 And watching where the deadman and his body lie
 Stands atop his kill
 Gloating on his recent victory
 Like a lion's pride
 Guarding over it triumphantly
 The streets are filled with laughter
 Sweet revenge is what he's after
 Now he walks alone, into darkness that will only ease the pain