She s the fiend stripping away the layers
Of a skin that is dead
Youre the rapist laying around just a pattern in a pool of red
Threading her needle, tanning your hide
You re no longer just a waste of skin
Youre face down on the ironing board
When she puts the last stitches in
Hemline!!!!
She s the butcher hacking away at your flesh
And youre still alive
You re the pedophile screaming for help
But nobody can hear your cries
Boiling your bones, frying your rind youre no longer
Just a waste of skin
Your rump roast is on the butcher s block when she
Puts the last stitches in
Hemline!!!!
Shes wearing you well!!!
You re not a waste of skin!!!!!
Hemline!!!!!!