Shoot to kill,
She wrapped her legs around my face stripped down she she went down and that's all
And where is art?
It's in the tears of the retarded children,
when you tell them there's no God
You'll fall asleep forever,
But never close your eyes,
'cause every day you're wishing you could hold her through the night She'd have you sing the chorus then watch the years go by but I don't mind
The meat talks back,
Divorce my head off of my neck to dine on hot organs,
And that's all
And where is love?
It's on the blade of this old kinfe,
Your lover took your life and took off