To the one true God above
Here is my prayer.
Not the first you've heard
But the first I wrote.
(not the first, but the others
Were a long time ago...)
There are two people here
And I want you to kill them.
Her, she can go quietly
By disease, or a blow
To the base of her neck
Where her necklaces close.
Where her garments come together
Where I used to lay my face...
That's where you oughta kill her
In that particular place.
Him, just fucking kill him.
I don't care if it hurts.
Yes I do -- I want it to.
Fucking kill him but first
Make him cry like a woman
(no particular woman)
Let him hold out, hope that
Someone or other might come and
Fuckin' kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Kill him already, kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Kill him already
Kill him
Fuckin' kill him
Kill him already kill him
Just fuckin' kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Fuckin' kill him already, kill him.
I'll Fuckin' kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Kill him already, kill him.
Kill him already
Kill him
Fuckin' kill him.
Just fucking kill him.
Fuckin' kill him.
Kill him already, kill him
Fuckin' kill him
Kill him
Fuckin' kill him already, kill him.
Kill him
Fuckin' kill him
Kill him, just fuckin' kill him.
Kill him already
Kill him
Amen.
Writer(s): Steven Frank Albini, Robert Spurr Weston, Todd Standford Trainer
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