over the river climbing up the hill   like a digital reproduction   a frequency that kills   women weep, dogs faint, the police beg   but she won't stop that feeling   going up and down their legs      aches and pains   i swear some women have fangs   i'll help you count your scars tomorrow      you spoke out loud when you should bite your lip   now the joke's on you my friend   and you can't get it fixed   your zipper broke, she stole your socks, you lost your shirt   she grabbed you by the nose   and she rubbed it in the dirt      over the river climbing up the hill   like a digital reproduction   a frequency that kills   the big old dog just lost his bone   so now he begs   but she won't stop that feeling   going up and down and up and down his leg