all hail fidgets ive lost my tea i cannot find it its lost as sea poured my soul out hes got my spoon popped in his glass eye feel brand new oh stockholm syndrome lets get a room my sweetest torture dont die so soon i lost my fortune buried my purse you know you owe me for what its worth depend on nothing my mother said cause all that loves you will shoot you dead tear those eyes out theyll do no good shut that red mouth as mother should oh stockholm syndrome lets get a room my sweetest torture dont die so soon i lost my fortune buried my purse you know you owe me for what its worth for what it s worth for what it s worth for what it s worth oh mummy dearest where are you now hes got my eyeballs he tore them out and now i love him i love him true theres nothing left for him to do but kill me slowly but kill me slowly but kill me slowly1