I know I'm sick, it has been said my perversion's nothing good But it's only women who are dead that ever gave me wood My fetish is particular, I’m not easy to appease No decomposing lovers, only recently deceased So if I’m feeling horny and I really want some sex I find a pretty lady, and I break her F*ng neck Take the woman here right now that I’m copulating with I snapped her vertebrae in half, we sexed like two rabbits Though I find it hard to focus with her children in the corner It is a little hot to hear them crying as they mourn her Don't even think of scolding me, they'll escape mother’s fate I have my ethics too you see, I’m not into jailbait Pedophilia’s just plain wrong, and I find it rather crude to have relations with a kid besides, I never play with food.