I put little girls like you in the ground.
With your tongue chewed out, you won't make a sound
As I slice your stomach, letting your entrails spill out.
And when I'm dragging you to the back of the van,
I gotta think you understand that it's all right,
Even if you put up a fight.
And when it's over, or until I gotta find another,
I'm gonna love you till you die,
So please stop asking the reasons why; I think you know,
On with the show, an aching love I can't let go.
And as the lights fade under the night's shade,
I'm gonna be the one holding your hand
Until the bitter end, and although I hate to see you cry,
I think you know, I'm gonna love you till you die.
Disemboweling little girls for fun and profit.
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