You dangling swinging Hanging, spinning, aftermath Your soft white flesh turns past me slaked with blood Your evil eyes more damning than a demon's curse Your lovely body soon caked with mud As I carry you to your grave my arms your hearse You stand before me defenceless Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense sears my brain
Hey, hey Drip drip from your sagging lip Liquid red down your body spread Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains
Yea, shall I cut you down Yes 'twould be a last physical communion I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle And not hurt you and not hurt you And not hurt you na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na... All right now
Drip drip from your sagging lip Liquid red down your body spread Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains yea