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 about 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   If you think that you have seen a pair of eyes more green   Then you sure haven't seen them around here   Well, my hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing      La la la la, la la la lie   Mama often 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 above 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   The next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe   Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence   Well, 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      Then 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 gotta 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   Well, it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going      La la la la, la la la lie   Mama always told me that we all gotta die      Yeah, I drowned the Blakey 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 of 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   That was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen   Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued   All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline   Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing      La la la la, la la la lie   Well, the rich man, the poor man, 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 a 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 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   Well, all God's children they all have to die   La la la la, la la la lie   I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine      La la la la, la la la lie   Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine   La la la la, la la la lie   Well, all God's children they gotta die