Don't put yourself out – I'll do it myself In your bloody eyesockets my fingers will delve I'll tear your mouth open, your teeth will fall out, Like that headless chicken you'll be running about
Hate me! You've got nowhere to hide! Hate me! Step out my bloody tide!
Today death phoned me He tried to scare the hell out of me But I"m not the one who fears I'd rather make him shed tears