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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 coulda died with the monsters what talk monsters what walk the earth she's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes knee high socks what to cover a bruise she's got an old death kit she's been meaning to use 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 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 she says I like long walks and sci-fi movies 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 From Letras Mania