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 town turn to gold  It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming  Singing 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  And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green  Then you sure didn't see them around here  My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing  La la la la La la la lie  Mama often told me 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 next week in One Mile Creek  His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones  Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning  La la la la La la la lie  Even little Billy 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  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  Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe  Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence  Foul play can really get a small town going  La la la la La la la lie  Even God's children all have to die   Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate  Was stabbed but the job was not complete  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 weavil 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!  It makes me so mad my blood really 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 you got me going  La la la la La la la lie  All God's children have all gotta die   There were all 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  There 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  Rich man, poor man, 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  It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail  It ain't such 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  Singing La la la la La la la lie  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  Singing La la la la La la la lie  Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine  Singing La la la la La la la lie  All God's children they gotta die