caress cement til its dry come clean your hands in the backseat before youre onto the next fiend dont ever touch my blade you fool youll be cursed for a lifetime dont ever touch my blade you fool youll be cursed for a lifetime dont ever touch my kid you sick thing range utensil flaking in the wind wanna stand in place like a foil deer isnt that the reason you came here dont ever touch my ring you fool youll be cursed for a lifetime dont ever touch my ring you fool youll be cursed for a lifetime dont ever touch my kid you sick thing you know by now with all these drops of blood it is love moonballing bureaucrats with all this love it is death get in the van and take my hand were onto the next life smothered and fond not redolent scarred and its timesome dont ever touch my kid you fool you fool you fool you fool youll be cursed youll be cursed