Из альбома: Night of the Living Drag Queens
I'd rather cut you up than the wedding cake,
And your bloody guts on my rented tux,
And I do I do I do wanna kill you,
'Til death do us part, I'll tear us apart
Now I kiss your cold dead lips,
And I dip my chips in the blood that drips,
And I smear the cake right in your face,
Let your God take you to a better place
I loved you to death,
I loved you to death
Die, die, die, die my bride,
Die, die, die, die my bride
All you ever ment to me,
Was absolutely nothing,
With this ring now I thee wed,
Don't wanna kiss you bitch, wanna bash your head
I loved you to death,
I loved you to death
Die, die, die, die my bride,
Die, die, die, die my bride
Die, die, die, die my bride,
Die, die, die, die my bride