(By the Criminals)
You’re bigger and stronger, better than het
I had a dream last night that I stabbed you to death
You’re charming and you’re bold, you make my blood run cold
You’re not who you say you are, something surely worse by far
I hope your score made par
You set me at ease, I don’t want to hear about your sex
in my dreams you’re stabbed in the neck.
Tetanus infection locking jaw
You cannot conceive what I saw
Just so, just so lusty, I want to stab you with something rusty
So let’s not talk about last night
You’re an all-poison sight
All I know is that it’s not fair
But you steal our precious air
and besides cheap talk it hurts my ears
I can feel you drawing near with just a wiggle of my nose
Giant robotic killer wasps
Decent upon your meaty frame
They only know to kill and maim.
I want to stab you with something rusty
I want to make you dead
