If you want to die to night,
That can be arranged
I can see to it,
That I splatter all your brains
On the wall behind you,
In this soon the be the red room,
I will cover every inch,
With your liquid innocence
Your blood will drip from the ceiling,
And your brain matter i will be pealing,
Off from upon my face,
And most every other place
"Oh baby you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind"
-Just like I'm gona' do to you,
When this here song is through
With my sawed off shotgun - and 2 shells
I will blow your head off straight to hell
And there together we shall dine,
But all in due time
You be the martyr I'll be the murder
You be the martyr I will be the murder
You be the martyr I'll be the murder
You be the martyr I will be the murder
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