Howitzer glare and spitfire blade    Wooed by Dresden serenades    Her soundtrack now a bombing raid    Bored of vaudeville       God was six days sober    On the night she was born    To the glistening star of a bible class    An icon now in religious porn    She was Alice through the gloryhole    An ejaculate misconception    Disney-esque, the high priestess    Of greed and deepest dark deception       All best-to-bury whims    For Miss Libertina Grimm       She, that little red riding crop    Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops    Beneath the tightened leather strop    on the Basque of houndervilles       At the stroke of midnight come    She polished verse and curses    In a poisonous pen dipped in omen    To her surgeon full of general curses    In the hand of morgue redeemers    Though the dead always pleased her more    Squatting in their coffins    Flirting curtsies to the thirteenth floor?       Tip your hats    For sweet Libertina Grimm       Fantasy and candy stores    Snow white and the seven straws    Smoke and mirrors on all fours…    Libertina Grimm       Her brothers grim, her sisters through    The final dance will be the cue    She amputates to fit the shoe    Libertina Grimm       Libertina Grimm       Mystery kindled in a blackened room    Nine candles lit to improve the gloom    She see the dark as she feels her womb    Full of little secrets    They haunt her heart, those precious few    Those Count Lestats and Betty Blues    Those tortured souls just like me and you    Full of hidden secrets       No, don’t go    Don’t you leave me here    So alone    Libertina    No, don’t you go    Don’t you leave me here    So alone    Where the dead are free to roam