I got a bigger shop of horrors   Much redder than yours   I got a bigger shop of horrors   There's evil stomping on the floor      Well, my bigger shop of horrors   Wants you on the display   Larger shop of terror   Won't you come on in and stay?   That itty bitty plant ain't scaring me   How could I be scared of clay, soil and seeds?      Well, it smells like a coroners   And the pipes drip rusty water   It's too dirty for the spiders   The floors could be a little whiter.      But they're too caked with blood, to even see the tiles   Every time we do it, I get nothing but smiles   Why is murdering illegal? It's just murdering man...   Let's have a blast!      So let your thorns rip out my eyes   Rip my chest wide open, take a bite inside   I'm sure all the fun we had will hurt   But we belong 6 feet under lots of dirt      But they're too caked with blood, to even see the tiles   Every time we do it, I get nothing but smiles   Why is murdering illegal? It's just murdering man...   Let's have a blast!      So let your thorns rip out my eyes   Rip my chest wide open, take a bite inside   I'm sure all the fun we had will hurt   But we belong 6 feet under lots of dirt   Now that fun we had is lost   Darling all that killing, honey, baby-doll, you're the most   When I see dry blood on some rubber gloves   It takes me to the time when murdering meant love