Grenouille was born in France son of a harlot, son of a cheap romance No one will know, no one will cry His future life will turn on homicide No one can smell the human essence In the way that he does He selects the best scents Just to murder you Come to smell The Perfume No one will know Come to smell The Perfume No one will cry Come to smell The Perfume Come to smell The Perfume Thirteen young women had to die To get her beauty smells And everyone questions why? What is the thing that the murderer Searching for What is the thing? What is the thing? Grenouille was trapped And all the people want his blood He will die, dying in pain Crushing all his bones A hundred of people is together To see the execution But now the crowd is confused And beggin' for a pardon Guitar Solo Well now The Perfume is complete And bobody can resist The sick smell is in the air To drive you crazier Will drive you crazier Will drive you crazier Grenouille is back again But only to die In the way that he just wants And it was a cannibal act Come to smell The Perfume No one will know Come to smell The Perfume No one will cry Come to smell The Perfume Grenouille has died Come to smell The Perfume Grenouille, Grenouille...