Album: Yours in Murder
Where did you come from?
Why did you come here?
How many more are there to come?
My strike is cold
My web is even colder
A sarcophagus to encase your
Shaking brittle frame
Rest for a while, my little lamb
And try not to distress
Or jump out of your skin
All in good time
Get back in there, you bitch hog
Back in there
Get back in there you cunt
We use everything
We don’t throw nothing away
We use everything
We don’t throw nothing away
We use everything
We don’t throw nothing away
We use everything
We don’t throw nothing away
There’s room for you at the table
There’s always more room
Can’t be helped
Some things you gotta
There’s just some things you gotta do Try not to distress
Your shaking, brittle frame
Get back in there, you cunt
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