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Kill! Kill! Kill!
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I hear there's a party
Down on Elm Street
(bring your friends and enemies)
I hear there'll be booze
Sex and drugs
(cocaine and smoke)
Bring a bottle, or two
Bring a gun and a condom
(Fuck it up, f-f-fuck it up)
Play a game of Russian Roulette
Don't look back as he
Shoots you in the back
(shoots you in the back, shoots you in the back, oh no)
Oopsy-daisy, there's blood on the floor
Wasn't there before
(not last time I checked)

Oh no, there's a murder party
It looks like we're all gonna die
Oh look, the hot guy's got a gun
And lipstick smeared on his collarbone

He was just, just, just standing there,
Didn't really give a shit
(no, he didn't care, didn't care)
Burst in with vodka in his hand
Took a swig, took the gun
Raised it to his head
He's dead now,
(oh God, he's dead)
Committed suicide

TOOK A SHOT TO THE HEAD!

Oh no, there's a murder party
Looks like we're all gonna die
Oh look, the girl's got a knife
And her blouse is gone!
(He fucked her over, fucked her over he did)

(OH SHIT, THE GIRL'S BLEEDING!
Someone call an ambulance!
-ambulance noise-
What happened here?)

KILL KILL KILL, OH!

A/N: Uh, I dunno where this came from.
I'm just fucking psycho.
Airport now.
I get to see my brother tomorrow.
YAY!
-Claire or Kitty xxx