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(breath) Start at my toes, for this is where the evil grows My legs are sharp - might split your skin and spill the juice that feeds your grin Take to walking up my spine Then I'll take your jewels in my bag amd take them back to mamma Take the slaughter of the lamb Take the hung to the ham and back Take the neck to the crack - and pow How does it feel, whatever you get you steal and I'm bored, here, rooted to the floor and what I want you just can't buy anymore So I'll collect your jewels in my bag and take 'em back to mamma I want some push push to my shove but your hand is in my glove And I'm mad, bad, ripped raw and bleeding Swinging like a beef hook on the lips of hell, and the stains on my boots say my life is going well and to snap your skinny neck in two would be the least I could do so I'll collect your jewels in my bag and take'em home to mamma Stop at my bones, for here me evil's made it's home For this is where the evil grows
