Don't put yourself out - I'll do it myself
In your bloody eyesockets my fingers will delve
I'll tear your mouth open, your teeth will fall out,
Like that headless chicken you'll be running about
Hate me! You've got nowhere to hide!
Hate me! Step out my bloody tide!
Today death phoned me
He tried to scare the hell out of me
But I'm not the one who fears
I'd rather make him shed tears