Swapping your blood with formaldehyde?
Whiskey-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's got red lipstick and a bright pair of shoes
And she's got knee-high socks, what to cover a bruise
She's got an old dance kit she's been meaning to use
She's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
She's got blood in her eyes for you
And 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."