nothing much to see,    but a sad, sad, girl   in purple polka dots    and her long black curls.   she sorts the sad remains   of her broken baby dolls   such delicate delight    in the red death ball.      but they don't see...         if only for a friend,    maybe one she'd spare   after mommy by her hand,    even daddy didn't care   she locked away the dark    and waited for the day      she could play      there's nowhere to run   and no one can hide   come one, come all   to the red death ball      like pawns in play,   we all fall down   so come one come all   to the red death ball         the taste of 23,    the time had come   the invitation read:    Drink, Dance, and Fun!   the guests they filled the hall   as she succumbs to lusts for gore      our hostess locked the door...      the screams were heard for miles   the sight no one believed   she dreamed that they would bleed   but dreams can much deceive   the scarlet river flowed   now our villain is free      not one survived...      there's nowhere to run   and no one can hide   come one, come all   to the red death ball      like pawns in play,   we all fall down   so come one come all   to the red death ball      and as she danced   they took her down   among what was left of them   (away she went)      but they don't see....      there's nowhere to run   and no one can hide   come one, come all   to the red death ball      like pawns in play,   we all fall down   so come one come all   to the red death ball      nothing much to see,    but a sad, sad girl   in purple polka dots   and her long black curls