(Put the little kids in the corner with their face and their eyes in the corner)
My favorite band, is a witch.
Find themselves in poet corners, and they still like to dick.
It's of course, they're afraid. It's a fine, complicate.
You can find, demonstrate. Slip along, demon ways.
My favorite band, is a witch.
Find themselves with perfect mornings, and they still try to live.
The menstration. Pull it surprised a masterbation. A little morning cries
I wish on thievery of corners. Admit the cries I know he's saying I know he's saying so tired
They'll have to put the little kids in the corner with there eyes and face on the floor.
You're so f**ed up now. You're f**ed up now.
Put the little kids in the corner with their eyes and face on the floor.
Put the little kids in the corner with their eyes and face on the floor.
I know you want me to keep on going
You want me to keep on going.
And you know wherever I am..