I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife
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Then cut through sinews and bloodways
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Must I continue ?
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It's a shame this art is forgotten
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I'm collecting all that is rotten
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I love go killing, it's rather thrilling
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So happy when I find a jelly warm piece of mind
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Sometimes I wanna see them choking
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I'll be damned if you think I'm joking
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I've ripped some eyes
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I've stripped the thice, I'm not telling lies
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Down at the bay I throw them away
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Practising death, I've messed around
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As I love to be, it strenghtens me
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Put some in the ground
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'cause when it's hot it sooner rot
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I drilled a hole there too
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To make the sun shine through
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(and making love there too)
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I master high-tech death
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And to drink their breaths
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Taking LSD, it's helping me to see
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As I slayed that sweet Mary
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Call it robbery
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Gazing at the sky...wawing
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When I'm flying high...raving
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I killed a police-wife with a rusty knife
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It could have been you
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Must I continue ?
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Body Art...
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Defleshed |