Twisting and turning The flesh I am churning Makes my hands Bloody and red The bones they will crunch When I'm making my lunch Ohh, there goes the head So, say that I'm sick A blood lunatic I'll put all your Kitties away Just a sick puppy Better than a yuppie I'll grind them Up the same way
Anticipating So long I've been waiting To get a hold Of Santa's reindeer That jolly old elf I'll send him the pelt of Rudolph for Christmas this year My grinders are ready Hands always steady I've sharpened up every gear Nothing will be safe There is no escape My eyes look for Panic and fear
Twisting and turning The flesh I am churning Makes my hands Bloody and red The bones they will crunch When I'm making my lunch Ohh, there goes the head So, say that I'm sick A blood lunatic I'll put all your Kitties away Just a sick puppy Better than a yuppie I'll grind them Up the same way
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