My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde? Monsters? Whiskey-plied voices cried fratricide! Jesus don't you know that you could've died (you should've died) With the monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
And she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes And she's got knee high socks, what to cover a bruise She's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use She's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you She's got blood in her eyes for you
Certain fads, stripes and plaids, singles ads They run you hot and cold like a rheostat, I mean a thermostat So you bite on a towel Hope it won't hurt too bad
My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried Swapping your blood with formaldehyde? What monsters that talk, monsters that walk the earth
And she says, "I like long walks and sci-fi movies If you're six foot tall and east coast bred Some lonely night we can get together And I'm gonna tie your wrists with leather And drill a tiny hole into your head"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
