There's a girl across the street from me  I buried her son beneath a tree  I don't know why she's mad at me  He was stinking up my garage, you see     I met a cute boy, he liked my smile  We fell in love for a little while  He kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet  So I chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat     Serial killers are people too  If you take away the voices I'm just like you  I'll hack you up and bury you in my yard  But why does making friends have to be so very hard?     I made a dress from a choir girl's skin  I wore it to church, the preacher said I'd sinned  Forgive me Father for my fashion crime  Your skin is so nice I'll use yours next time     Serial killers are people too  If you take away the voices I'm just like you  I'll hack you up and bury you in my yard  But why does making friends have to be so very hard?     La la la la la la la...    these lyrics are submitted by dollbooking@yahoo.com