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There's a girl across the street from meI buried her son beneath a treeI don't know why she's mad at meHe was stinking up my garage, you seeI met a cute boy, he liked my smileWe fell in love for a little whileHe kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweetSo I chopped him into pieces and cooked his meatSerial killers are people tooIf you take away the voices I'm just like youI'll hack you up and bury you in my yardBut why does making friends have to be so very hard?I made a dress from a choir girl's skinI wore it to church, the preacher said I'd sinnedForgive me Father for my fashion crimeYour skin is so nice I'll use yours next timeSerial killers are people tooIf you take away the voices I'm just like youI'll hack you up and bury you in my yardBut why does making friends have to be so very hard?La la la la la la la... From Letras Mania