Pig - Serial k**er Thriller lyrics

This is the dirt that grows the misery that you s** upon Oh come to bedlam you will find a fist to f** upon This soul is itchin' to receive the taste upon your spoon My guilt will marry me and lies are gonna be my groom *Oh silence I can hear you Swinging slowly on the gentle rope **Serial k**er thriller Sinsation Serial k**er thriller Sinsation Serial k**er thriller Sinsation Serial k**er thriller Just for you And from your bitter string I s** upon all your bitter lies And wait with baited bitter breath upon your bridal knife I cannot take this thing you force into my face again I cannot hate this thing you force into my face again A choir of flies rehearse their hymns upon my open eyes Your devil crawls to me to give my somewhere I can hide *&**Repeat *&**Repeat