Sangtekster:
King Diamond Mirror Mirror

bloody dress Standing in the cellar down below Mirror Mirror? Mirror in the hall Ah-Ah? Mirror Mirror? Ah-Ah? The mirror on the wall Through the mirror

bloody dress Standing in the cellar down below Mirror Mirror? Mirror in the hall Ah-Ah? Mirror Mirror? Ah-Ah? The mirror on the wall Through the mirror

No caterpillars, it was just a lot of niggas A lot of great thinkers and a lot of great inventors All white mansion, I'm the child of God All black diamonds

been Escobar Forty-five in my waist, starin' at my reflection In the mirror, sittin' still in the chair like my conception When everything around me got cloudy The chair became a king

Beat Street Breakdown, Raah! Hip Hop! Beat Street The king of the beat You see him rocking that beat from across the street And Huh Huh! Beat Street

fool up there Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed I'm the Champ! [Ghostface Killah] I like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades

gamblin' wheel shut down Anyone with any sense had already left town He was standin' in the doorway lookin' like the Jack of Hearts He moved across the mirrored

the darker you are the realer your problems I reached for the stars but I just kept slippin On this life mission, never know what's next Ancient kings

just call them wallets getting federal, ain't just a klepto Master card or visa, I'd gladly accept those Sneaky motherfucka with a scam know how to pull it Got a mirror