I don’t want to have to kill you They’ll find out and I will feel blue Like to take all the skin off your face
Like to smash all your brains with a vase With I could be a fly in your head Lay my eggs that will rise from the dead
Ah [x8]
Oh I don’t wanna have to hide you It’s so cold that I’ll get the flue
Na [x16]
I don’t want to [x4]
Na [x16]
I don’t want to have to eat you I won’t fit into my swim suit
You’ve got so much flesh on top your bones You could cause a bloody big cyclone Grab a lance smash it straight through your ribs Splash the blood onto my baby’s bibs
Make a mess dripping crimson and bone Break your face with a stale ice cream cone