I've grown accustomed to his face!
And dreams of gouging out his eyes!
I've grown accustomed to my hate; my plans to lass array;
to disembowel, to hear him howl,
The very reason that I live,
is plotting how to watch him die!
Bart, turn down that original cast recording and go to sleep!
I know this chubby scalawag has made my life a living hell
And surly if I drank his blood I'd beat peacebut when?
You've grown accustomed to my face
This isn't a duet!
Sorry!
I've grown accustomed to your fear; to revenge; accustomed to
your face!