My dewy-eyed Disney bride, what has tried
Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
Whisky-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 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


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