| Everybody’s favorite night
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| The prom dance in the candlelight
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| Everyone is feeling fine
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| Except one who is not alright
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| She may have won the crown
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| But her head is in the clouds
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| Lights down
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| Ball gowns
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| Everybody getting down
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| Lights out
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| Hear a shout
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| Someone’s had their throat cut out
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| Frantic, panic, everyone is screaming
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| But the laughter, backroom, promptly lift the dagger
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| Long blade, blood stains, makeup running down her face
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| Someone’s smashed the trophy case
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| Class of 1998
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| Killer queen at the scne
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| All she wants is you to bleed
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| Hopped up on dopamin
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| She’s put on a killing spree
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| Daddy has a loan of money
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| She don’t have to worry
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| Bleeding’s getting worse
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| My vision’s getting blurry
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| Slaughterhouse princess
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| Prom queen killer
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| Blood soaked fishnets
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| She broke a heel and broke the bones of colleagues with it
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| She’s lost control and she’s telling you the digits
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| She’s got her product and a factory of clothing
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| The people in her way, she will be loathing
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| Her fumes smells like death and decay
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| Won’t let anyone get in the way
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| Hair is sold with value
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| Daddy has a loan of money
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| She don’t have to worry
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| Bleeding’s getting worse
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| My vision’s getting blurry
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| Slaughterhouse princess
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| Prom queen killer
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| Blood soaked fishnets
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| Red is just so beautiful
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| Fill it in the ballroom
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| Got my Stacy’s makeup on
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| All these peasants die too soon
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| Red is just so beautiful
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| Fill it in the ballroom
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| Got my Stacy’s makeup on
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| Peasants die too soon |