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I live in a town called
And it's small and it's mean and cold
But if you come around as the sun goes down
You can watch the whole thing to gold
It's around about then I used to go a-roaming
La la la la La la la lie
All God's they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer
I'm closing in on my fifteenth
And if you think that you've a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see round here
My hair is yellow and I'm always
La la la la La la la lie
Mama told me we all gotta die
You must have heard about The Curse Of
How last Christmas Blake's little boy didn't come home
The him next week in One Mile Creek
His bashed in and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine the and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Blake, he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from High
Found to his door, his prize-winning terrier
The next day the old fool brought little Biko to
And we all had to as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures, they to die
Our little town fell into a state of
A lot of people were saying things that made sense
Then the next thing you know the of Handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the residence
Foul play can really get town going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children all to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs.
Was but the job was not complete
The last thing she before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is and she lives across the street!"
Twenty burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones, they all die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The curse of
I've horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes green and my hair ain't yellow
more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot I'd fit it
That I'm a young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
O fuck it! I'm a monster! I it!
It makes me so mad that my blood really a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified Biko, that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now that you got me
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children we all die
were all of the others, all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents, best
Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake
Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had them to the bottom
Well, underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
twenty little children, they had to die
And the fire of '91 razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest this country's ever seen
Insurance ruined, landlords getting sued
All cause of a wee little with a can of gasoline
Those really roared when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these and they put me on trial
I was laughing when took me away
Off to the asylum in an old Mariah
It home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail
It ain't such a bad old place to a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all die
Now I got shrinks that will not with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them out to get me
They ask me if I remorse and I answer, "Why of course!
There's so more I could have done it they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and and everything is groovy
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm as a lark now and everything is fine
La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, is groovy and everything is fine
La la la la La la la lie
All children they all gotta die