Suffer the Children, Come Unto Me

What’s a pretty little thing like you
Doin' in this dingy old back room?
I got some candy
A piece for every bruise
Grab it if it’s handy, any cock’ll do
Now dance to the beat of the slow, slow turn
Of the world as it weeps in this slow, slow burn
And the shoes on your feet ain’t set to return
I’m the one who’s walking out alone
You won’t need those sandals where you’re going
Cuz baby, you ain’t ever goin' home

And the last sound that you’ll ever know
Are the vultures crying "Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-no"
Soon they’ll be picking at your bones
They'll be picking at your bones
They'll be picking at your bones
Whoa-whoa-whoa

I caught you in the bathroom with a real wide stance
Caught you down by the lagoon with my hands down your pants
On an old dirty mattress with stains and yellow scarves
I start out watching but I get so hard
And you won’t need this mattress where you’re going
And I’m the one who’s walking out alone
And buddy, you ain’t ever going home

Cause the last sound that you’ll ever know
Is my bonesaw grinding "Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-no"
Soon they’ll be chipping at your bones
We'll be chipping at your bones
We'll be chipping at your bones
Whoa-whoa-whoa

Every single plan I make has been informed by these sour grapes
I’ve got one last death to fake before I settle down
On the last burning block of the last burning town
The devil and behemoth have been hanging around
And I don’t miss that old crowd
I do not miss that old crowd
So goddamned lazy and loud

Cause the last sound that I’ll ever know is my heart exploding
"Whoa-whoa-whoa, whoa-no"
Soon I’ll be nothing but these bones
I'll be nothing but these bones
I'll be nothing but these bones
I don’t need this bullshit where I’m going
And I don’t think I’m ever going home
And I’m the one who’s walking out alone
So bitch, quit your fucking crying