Letras: Mister Monster. Murder For Hire.

Gaze in these black eyes, longing for your bite
please don't go my love no not yet
red lipstick goes real nice with wine
with your poison, hypnotize
as i croon into my elvis-55
so stay with me, my scream queen
and suck the skin off those bones
until theyr'e polished off all white n clean....

Such Supple lips that taste like Mace
may i have a bite of your face?....
Well Look at you, Such a soft nice tongue, and Green Eyes, Oh I Think I'll
Keep Them...
1,2,3 or 4? Would You Like Anymore?
Blood Stained Fingers Up Inside.... you

one last kiss-
lemme be the last set of lips
that you taste-
you know that your'e diggin on this rape
All I want is to see, you beg n pleed on your knees
such good times, passion crimes that make us laugh to see you die

So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound its not the wind
this new jersey knife wielding greaser gangs coming for your skin

you look tough-even with my knife in your throat

You talk loud-even though youre chokin on blood now
could it be?-youre not as tough as case like me
ill have a good time-on this night I'll sip my drink and watch you die!!

So When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers
these new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure its the last

And all I see, is your fingers grabbing me
my god are you still alive?
let the forceps go to work
i get off on hearing you cry

Knives please, No Gurls None in this world
unless its the kind i can reach inside!!
So Take Good Care, Running Scared
TCB Kid Youre DOA!!

So when your'e home alone and you hear a sound you best be scared
And When you rest your head, for a souless sleep better say your prayers
these new jersey b-movie drive-in kids make sure its the last