Lirieke: Murderdolls. Die My Bride.

Well I'd rather cut you than the wedding cake
And your bloody guts on my rented tux
And I do, I do, I do wanna' kill you
'Til death do us part, I'll tear us apart

Now I kiss your cold dead lips
And I dip my chips in the blood that drips
And I smear the cake right in your face
Let your God take you to a better place
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Well I loved you to death
Well I loved you to death
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Die, die, die,
Die my bride

And all you ever meant to me
Was absolutely nothing
And with this ring now I the wed
Don't wanna' kiss you bitch, wanna' bash your head
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