Bigger Shop Of Horrors

I got a bigger shop of horrors

Much redder than yours

I got a bigger shop of horrors

There's evil stomping on the floor

Well, my bigger shop of horrors

Wants you on the display

Larger shop of terror

Won't you come on in and stay?

That itty bitty plant ain't scaring me

How could I be scared of clay, soil and seeds?

Well, it smells like a coroners

And the pipes drip rusty water

It's too dirty for the spiders

The floors could be a little whiter.

But they're too caked with blood, to even see the tiles

Every time we do it, I get nothing but smiles

Why is murdering illegal? It's just murdering man...

Let's have a blast!

So let your thorns rip out my eyes

Rip my chest wide open, take a bite inside

I'm sure all the fun we had will hurt

But we belong 6 feet under lots of dirt

But they're too caked with blood, to even see the tiles

Every time we do it, I get nothing but smiles

Why is murdering illegal? It's just murdering man...

Let's have a blast!

So let your thorns rip out my eyes

Rip my chest wide open, take a bite inside

I'm sure all the fun we had will hurt

But we belong 6 feet under lots of dirt

Now that fun we had is lost

Darling all that killing, honey, baby-doll, you're the most

When I see dry blood on some rubber gloves

It takes me to the time when murdering meant love