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
I don?t wanna have to [x4]
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