Pretty Dead

Cancerslug

There's a lot of really pretty girls that are gonna sleep 
in graves tonight. 
I don't think they'll mind; no, I don't think they'll 
mind. 
There's a lot of really stupid f**ks that are gonna get 
in my way tonight,
Or at least they'll try, but I think they'll die. 

I grab the baby from its mother's by its ankles, and I 
take a swing,
Bash its little skull; I need its mom to see. 
I often ask myself why I do such awful things,
But then it occurs to me that I was born free. 

There's a lot of really pretty girls that are gonna sleep 
in graves tonight. 
I don't think they'll mind; no, I don't think they'll 
mind. 
There's a lot of really stupid f**ks that are gonna get 
in my way tonight,
Or at least they'll try, but I think they'll die. 

If I dig a hole for you,
Then to fill it would be the least you could do. 
You're so pretty, so motherf**king pretty.
You're pretty dead.