Murder Music (1990)

Love is the only weapon with which I've got to fight. I've got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight! I've got my claws. I've got cutlasses. I've got guns. I've got dynamite. I've got a hell of a lot to fight! I'll fight! I'll fight!

In Hell, there's no passing sound

Heard you were calling out

I was feeling over-wound

I'm bound in uncertain ground

You're a fool again to find yourself alone with me tonight

'Cause I like your eyes

Pluckin' 'em out, that's my surprise

Everything in glass jars, surround, surround

Family dessert is now served

Go on your mind from cinema finds

Dizzily, you're quick to shake yourself

Oblivious to horror, to fantasy

You're quite unaware of what might be

It's yelling away from inside

Into the kitchen to find the knife

You planted it deep in his heart

To which stops beating

A ketchup-like substance starts to flow

Hey, I like those eyes

I'd like to pluck 'em out, that's my surprise

Everything in glass jars, surround, surround

Family dessert is now served (Murder music, murder music)

Repeat this under strange routines (Murder music)

I'll tell you, sooner than later you'll be with me

You'll get the mortuary tag (Murder music)

You'll get the autopsy (Murder music)

Hey, I like those eyes

I'd like to pluck 'em out, that's my surprise

Everything in glass jars, surround, surround

Family dessert is now served