Christmas Pets - My Hunting Knife Lyrics

My will... do what you want with your hair
I could gouge out your third eye
My arm is tied and waiting... for amputation
I hope you're sterile
If you can't be, my hunting knife is underneath the sink
I've got an old saw in the garage
I've got an old saw in the garage
You can't take your body with you where you're going
You can't take your body with you where you're going
You can't take your body with you where you're going
You can't take your body with you where you're going
So you like the old stuff... what's that imply about me?
Somebody's gotta say it. You've got shit taste
But life's so easy isn't it, when you're a fucking idiot
But life's so easy isn't it, when you're a fucking idiot
You can't take your body with you where you're going
You can't take your body with you where you're going
You can't take your body with you where you're going
You can't take your body with you where you're going