You dangling swinging
Hanging, spinning, aftermath
Your soft white flesh turns past me slaked with blood
Your evil eyes more damning than a demon's curse
Your lovely body soon caked with mud
As I carry you to your grave my arms your hearse
You stand before me defenceless
Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense sears my brain

Hey, hey
Drip drip from your sagging lip
Liquid red down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains

Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip
Hey drip dripa
La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa
La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa

In a clearing where the sunrays dance amongst the forest's dense secrets
You will softly rest your pale beauty enshrined by the sweet glade
Your body at peace even the earth will fill the crack where entered my blade
Where entered my blade

La-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laa...
Hey hey hey hey...

Yea, shall I cut you down
Yes 'twould be a last physical communion
I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle
I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle I'll be gentle
And not hurt you and not hurt you
And not hurt you na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na...
All right now

Drip drip from your sagging lip
Liquid red down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair
Your shadow over chair like a 'plane over mountains yea

Hey drip drip
Hey drip drip
Hey drip dripa

La-lalalalaa la-la-la-la-la-la-laa la-la-la-la-laaaaaaa

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ROGER WOOTTON