The Curse of Millhaven (2011 - Remaster)

I live in a town called Millhaven, And it's small and it's mean and it's cold, But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole thing turn to gold It's around then that I used to go a-roaming La la-la-la, la la-la-lie All God's children, they all gotta die! My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year And if you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure haven't seen them around here My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Mama oft' told me that we all got to die! You must have heard about the Curse of Millhaven, How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him the next week, up in One Mile creek With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stones Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Even Bill Blake's boy, he had to die! Then Professor O'Rye, from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her Well his eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die! Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little sense Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence Foul play can really get a small town going La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Even God's children, they have to die! In a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs. Colgate Was stabbed but the job was not complete Well, the last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning La la-la-la, la la-la-lie The young ones, the old ones, they all got to die! Yes, it is I, Lottie, the Curse of Millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow — It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Sooner or later we all gotta die! Since I was no bigger than a weevil they've been saying I was evil That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad that my blood really starts a-going La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die! Yeah, I drowned the Baley kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, That was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now that you got me going La la-la-la, la la-la-lie All God's children have all gotta die! There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs Had followed them to the bottom Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Even twenty little children, they had to die! And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued All cause of a wee girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing! La la-la-la, la la-la-lie The rich men, and the poor men, they all got to die! Well, I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah Well it ain't home, but you know, it's better than jail It ain't such bad old place to have a home in La la-la-la, la la-la-lie All God's children they all gotta die! Now I got shrinks that will not rest With their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them that I think they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy La la-la-la, la la-la-lie All God's children they all have to die La la-la-la, la la-la-lie I'm happy as a lark now and everything is fine La la-la-la, la la-la-lie Yeah, everything is groovy, everything is fine La la-la-la, la la-la-lie All God's children they gotta die