that i will rape this day
guess a heart won't break
that ain't pumpin' kool-aid
i've got a fighting chance
you know you promised me the last dance
nothing but moans and blood
and so my blood counts my loss
just want to get some disease
and get your stampin' heart the hell outta here
i'll blow with you on the ground
or leave it til the leaves turn bround
and i will pinch and tear
i'll pull and kick you right there
i'll prod and jerk and stretch
but who would cry or complain
compared to the pain of your sorry white vein