Happy Violentines Day
by Blood On the Dancefloor

Take my hand doll-face,
Don't be afraid,
I only want to decorate the walls
with your brains.

One more time
For the broken hearted
Two more times
For my dearly departed
Three time whore
Cupid's coming for you
Down down down
Karma's gonna get you

I look at you
And what I see
Is how much I hate you when you breathe

Lovely slits
Around your neck
Started in love
Ended in death

Your pretty eyes
Are in a daze
No expression
On your face

No screaming
No breathing
Just you pleading
Oh my god
I think she's bleeding

One more time
For the broken hearted
Two more times
For my dearly departed
Three time whore
Cupid's coming for you
Down down down
Na-na-na-na-na-na

You got blood
On my favorite shirt
Fuck you bitch
I'll make you hurt

Girl you got something
That you deserved
Your spot in hell
Just got reserved

I gave you my life
So I'm taking yours
Now I'm gonna fuck
All your friends on tour

Not here to mend
The promises that you break

I'm just fixing God's
Only mistake

One more time
For the broken hearted
Two more times
For my dearly departed
Three time whore
Cupid's coming for you
whoa, whoa.
Na-na-na-na-na-na

1 2 3 4
Go and grab your chainsaw
5 6 7 8
Spray your brains on the wall
kill' kill, kill, mother fuckers.
kill, kill, kill, mother fuckers
kill, kill,kill and destroy
kill' kill, kill, mother fuckers.
"Happy Violentine's Day, Bitch! Hahahhah, I fucked your friend! Fucker!"

One more time
For the broken hearted
Two more times
For my dearly departed
Three time whore
Cupid's coming for you
down,down,down
karma's going to get you

whoa, whoa.
Na-na-na-na-na-na
One more time
For the broken hearted
whoa, whoa.
Na-na-na-na-na-na
Two more times
For my dearly departed
Na-na-na-na-na-nad
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