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