I hate the way you comb your hair
I hate the way you brush your teeth
I feel lke smashing your brains out every where
I feel like cutting up your father's father's old antique chair
Into tiny littlle bits so for once you'll know this thing called
nnggrreeenghhe!
I hate the way you flirt with my mother
I hate the way you're chums with my brother
I feel like ripping your heart out and screwing it up
I feel like smashing your skull till I can't get enough
Of that breaking, smashing tinkling sound
Of the bits of bone and brain that hit the ground
That used to belong to the body
That used to make me go
nnggrnghhhaaaaaah
Don't you know that's what I feel for you?
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