[Words By: Lant, Music By: Lant] There comes a time with every girl, to face the punctual blues Mother tells her all about, those bloody curses rules Moving into womanhood, she starts her secret hunt Gotta find herself a mate, satisfy her aching **** Old enough to bleed, you're old enough to butcher Old enough to bleed, you're old enough to butcher Every day she sits and dreams, distracted from her life Watching as the boys go by, she wants to be your wife, oh no When the apples turn to red, the fruit will soon be plucked When the girls turn sweet sixteen, they're ready to be ****** Old enough to bleed, you're old enough to butcher Old enough to bleed, you're old enough to butcher