Remember, remember

remember remember the hurt feelings that linger
the blood lust and your surrender
i know many reasons why you should not remember
this fork this fork twas in my soul to blow up my heart
three scars deep below poor old heart shaking up
with gods disertion he was with a hole that the burning match that was his soul
call me whore, call me whore make my heart sing
call me whore, call me whore lord fill this hole,
slash, slash enough blood to end it all
the big cheese to choke him
a pint of blood to lose him
a thousand sticks to burn him
burn him and taint his mind
burn him and light him like a shooting star
burn him from his head to his toe
people will say what a show
Hip hip hoorah! Hip hip hoorah