OK, Folks, you know the drill. Allright everyone, let’s gather in front of our large, 13″, Black and White TV set, and watch as a tall, lanky man in a khaki uniform strides out, introduces himself as Sheriff John, and says, “Here is a classic Goth song called “The Birthday Massacre” for [assignment: name]“:
He pulls out his accordion, and attempts to play along to the following:
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I think my friend said, “I hear footsteps.”
I wore my black and white dress to the
birthday massacre, birthday massacre, birthday
I wore my black and white dress
I think my friend said, “Stick it in the back of her head.”
I think my friend said, “Two of them are sisters.”
“I’m a murder tramp, birthday boy”, I think I said
“I’m gonna bash them in, bash them in”, I think he said
Then we wished them all a happy birthday
We kissed them all goodnight. Now he chases me to my room,
chases me to my room, chases me
In my black and red dress
I think my friend said, “Don’t forget the video.”
I think my friend said, ” Don’t forget to smile.”
“You’re a murder tramp, murder tramp”, I think he said
“You’re a murder boy, birthday boy”, I think I said
