The Perennial Legend of Dr. Mabuse

The king of fraud, a mystagogue He’s got a mob that calls him master They’ll do the job for Mr. God
Plant a bomb and cause disaster

With the look into his eyes he will pry, lobotomize
As he slides into the center of your brain
When he’s spinning all the lies, you’ll be blind and hypnotized Without a sign, you’re inside his mind game

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose
Modern titan, robbin’ tyrant
Dr. Mabuse, yeah! He’ll string the noose Homicidal, kills all rivals
He’s the player, he’s the gambler

Speculate, manipulate
He’ll inside trade and rig the market Filled with hate, won’t hesitate
Will mutilate to fill his pockets

When Carossa the dancer was locked up in the slammer She was left abandoned in her quiet hell
The prosecutor wanted answers from the talented flapper But she was silenced by poison in her cell

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose
Modern titan, robbin’ tyrant
Dr. Mabuse, yeah! He’ll string the news Homicidal, kills all rivals
There’s no love, just will to power

Rather fry, he won’t comply
With FBI that has him wired He’ll let him die and say goodbye Then tell the blind he was a liar

When the addict and assassins, they were cornered in the attic With no choice, they had to give the man away
As they nabbed him he was manic, psychiatric, symptomatic Hearing voices of the dead went insane

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose
Modern titan, robbin’ tyrant
Dr Mabuse, yeah! He’ll string the noose Homicidal, kills all rivals
Your heaven is his damnation

Death destruction is of his construction­-function Blond American or dark­haired Prussian
Or Russian

Dr. Mabuse, he’s on the loose

Lyrics & Music Stoermer