I'm gonna crash your teeth
like a thief in the night
with butterfly wings.
I'm gonna crush you, thief,
like a creep in the night
with a bulletless gun.
We'll have tea and chat
about this and scat
it'll be a very lovely chat
until I tape you down
to the chair you found
and break out what's in your skull.
I'll watch it fly
and try to cry
filling shop bags till their full.
