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I Kill Children
- wykonawca: Dead Kennedys
- album: Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables
God told me to skin you alive...
I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
Crush 'em under my car
I wanna hear them scream
Feed 'em poison candy
To spoil their Halloween
So your're in the kids' ward
You're in there cos you're ill
How about some Pavulon
So I can see you chill
Time to hit the scool bus
I think I'll shoot the tires
Offer them a helping hand
Of open telephone wires
Ever wanted to die?
Of course you have
But I won't till I get my revenge
From being butt-fucked one to many ways
I don't wanna see people any more
Things I never ever saw before
Make me see them for the shit they are
Take as many as I can away with me
Anyone can be king for a day
So I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
I bang their heads in doors
I kill children
Can hardly wait for yours
- album: Fresh Fruit for Rotting Vegetables
God told me to skin you alive...
I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
Crush 'em under my car
I wanna hear them scream
Feed 'em poison candy
To spoil their Halloween
So your're in the kids' ward
You're in there cos you're ill
How about some Pavulon
So I can see you chill
Time to hit the scool bus
I think I'll shoot the tires
Offer them a helping hand
Of open telephone wires
Ever wanted to die?
Of course you have
But I won't till I get my revenge
From being butt-fucked one to many ways
I don't wanna see people any more
Things I never ever saw before
Make me see them for the shit they are
Take as many as I can away with me
Anyone can be king for a day
So I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
I bang their heads in doors
I kill children
Can hardly wait for yours