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6 'O clock it;s dinner time
But where the hell is little brian?
Still playing at the parking lot?
Is it the time that he forgot?

Let us search for your son,
Me and norma will find where he has gone
We track its trails, We check the track
A strangled neck, or an accident?

She grabbed his throat
than she dragged his body
And she grabbed the razor
to carve in her name
Mary 4x

Little martin brown
it took just five minutes to take him down
wrapped her hands round his throat
Squeezed down her damn fingers untill his head blows

Your a sick little girl
as you leave in your head through a complete different world
Little cut up mind
We should lock you up for unlimited time

She grabbed his throat
than she dragged his body
And she grabbed the razor
to carve in her name
Mary 4x

Little martin brown
it took just five minutes to take him down
wrapped her hands round his throat
Squeezed down her damn fingers untill his head blows

Your a sick little girl
as you leave in your head through a complete different world
Little cut up mind
We should lock you up for unlimited time

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