God Wants Me To Kill Your Kids

Digging up your mothers corpse
So I can bust one in that bitch
Kill a crowd with no remorse
When my trigger finger itch
Pick your kids up from the bus stop
Better pay up if you want them back home
Oh what’s that? You don’t have enough?
Guess little Johnny gets one in the dome
Serrated knife to cut through bones
What better way to set the table
I call this meal 'Rebecca Jones'
She went missing some time last April
Look for hikers on the highway
They always need a ride
Invitе them to come back to my place
And lock thеm up inside
I’m not twisted in the head
No, I’m not sick, I’m not possessed
Don’t let your daughter see me in public
She’ll be my next household guest

Why do all the children run
I just want to take one home with me
I just want to have some fun
Fun for me for you too gritty
Knocking at your door at night
And scratching at your window
Open up let me inside
But don’t try to run away though
Once I’ve got you in my sights
I’ll hunt you down until you’re mine
You can run but you can’t hide
God is giving me a sign