I was talking to my self last night
And we decided that it's best
That we disconnect your life
It's nothing personal
But then again, I guess it is

Your screaming, begging, pleading asking
Why
We have decided you must die
And we'll execute you
With lost of class and style
And that's enough to make us smile

Yes we have to kill you now
Yes we have to kill you now

Ennie, meenie, miny moe
Catch my bitch by her toe and
If she hollers
I've got to show your life the door

Take my hand darling
Don's be afraid
I just wanna decorate the walls with
Your brains
I get such a pleasure
Out of such a pain
Just drink a beer and watch you drain