They won't talk but still they say
You kill for kicks, you got bills to pay
Well, baby I got bills to pay
Don't make me act that way?
Don't make me, don't make me, don't make me
Have you seen the center spread
Stitched up like a baseball head?
She was dead before they raped her
Now she's in the funny paper
Pity and sin, he's breaking in
I am so sleepy, please don't rape me
Me, me, penis I see
Did you ever want to be obscene?
In a Muerto magazine
Filled with hate, you hope to ween
Fight the beast and leave the cream, leave the scene
It's so easy to be the latest atrocity
But it always seems to be a penis that I see
You'd be surprised to discover, my level of empathy
I've gone from prey to victim, penis in me
Have you seen the center spread
Stitched up like a baseball head?
She was dead before they raped her
Now she's in the funny paper
Splattered face mouths wordless whys
Fingerprints are on the eyes
In a box out back I kept her
Plugged her stinking where I left her that's where I kept her
Writer(s): B. Roberts, D. Musel, M. Derks, P. Lee, D. Brockie, M. Bishop, C. Orr
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