It seems like old times
You, me, vile of chemicals
Do I fall this time to experience another death
Do you pull me up over the ledge
Haven't you notice already
I'm a whole lot happier
You do this to me over nothing
Over nothing
You took my balloons
Now I'm late for church
It may be a good thing
Now there's a bat in the belfry
I'll buy a ticket to any level of hell or heaven
Why not, lets make it two
Give us just about five minutes
Better make it ten
I'll place the bait
Let you just walk on in
Then noose you up like a rubber chicken
Now I'll to tell my little boo/doll that my audience awaits
Take thy beck from out my heart
You put another roost/en in the pen
So I'll place another roost/hen into the game
Then watch him/her make you rest in peace
This taste so good to me
So does watching my boo/doll kick your ass
I'll smile and laught till I die
By making love to my boo/doll and hearing you crank the riddle box to see where you go
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