| He’s got a carcass in the basement
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| And it’s high time he found a replacement
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| It’ll be just like a first date, but better
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| It’s the farthest that he’s been from
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| A careful process for a quick completion
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| Cause the bomb’s just a couple clicks from his suburb
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| So he doesn’t have to please her
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| Just apply a kitchen towel soaked with ether
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| And sit her upright in the last car she’ll ride in
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| Drag her inside bound with duct tape
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| Under his arm, like a baby or a pound cake
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| Set the knives out, put the IV inside her
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| It’s gone on and on and on and on and on and on and on
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| But he’s dried out his eyes, as he’s buried alive
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| All the girls that he’s met every season
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| Keeps a book, photographs, his victims in tact
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| So he can have a memory of it all
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| But the world’s bound to end in a minute or ten
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| He knows routine’s nothing but a shadow
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| And pasted shots of his kills are pointless frills, oh no
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| Because the bomb’s just a couple clicks from his suburb
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| It’s his last night, so he slows down
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| Takes a breath, doesn’t have to sweat the cops now
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| But the practice is soon to leave him exhausted
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| And when he wakes up she’s above him
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| Saying «Baby, let’s go out enjoy the sunset —
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| It’s the last time we’ll get to enjoy it
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| And it’s the farthest that we’ve been from
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| A careful process for a quick completion
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| Because the bomb’s just a couple clicks from our suburb
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| It’s not atrocious, we’ll be sleeping
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| And the universe of course will end up weeping
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| On the staircase in the corner. |
| So, sorry."
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| So the carcass in the basement
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| Became a whole lot more than a replacement
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| It became just like a first date, but better
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| So he dries out his eyes, as he buries alive
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| This doomed world that has seen its last season
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| And the book, photographs, his victims in tact
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| Won’t leave a single memory of it all
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| Cause the world sees the end in a minute or ten
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| And the routine’s just a fucking shadow
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| And all his shots of his kills were pointless frills, oh no |