| My dewy-eyed, Disney bride what has tried
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| Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
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| Monsters, whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide
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| Jesus, don’t you know that you could have died?
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| You should have died with the monsters that talk
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| Monsters that walk the earth
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| And she’s got red lipstick, and a bright pair of shoes
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| And she’s got knee-high socks, what to cover a bruise
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| She’s got an old death kit, she’s been meaning to use
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| She’s got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
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| She’s got blood in her eyes for you
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| Certain fads, stripes and plaids, some singles ads
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| They run you hot and cold like a rheostat I mean a thermostat
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| So you bite on a towel, hope it won’t hurt too bad
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| My dewy eyed, Disney bride what has tried
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| Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
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| With the monsters what talk, monsters what walk the earth
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| She says, I like long walks and sci-fi movies
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| You’re six-foot tall and East coast bred
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| Some lonely night we can get together
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| And I’m gonna tie your wrists with leather
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| And drill a tiny hole into your head
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| And I’m gonna drill a tiny hole into your head |