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I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small
and it's mean
and it's cold
But if you come around
just as the sun goes down
You can watch
the whole town turn to gold
It's around about then
that I used to go a-roaming
Singing La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my fifteenth year
And if you think
you have seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure didn't see them around here
My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing
La la la la La la la lie
Mama often told me we all got to die
You must have heard about
The Curse Of Millhaven
How last Christmas
Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home
They found him next week in One Mile Creek
His head bashed in
and his pockets full of stones
Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning
La la la la La la la lie
Even little Billy Blake's boy,
he had to die
Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door
his prize-winning terrier
Then next day
the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's little creatures
they have to die
Our little town fell into a state of shock
A lot of people were saying things
that made little sense
Then the next thing you know
the head of Handyman Joe
Was found
in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Foul play can really get a small town going
La la la la La la la lie
Even God's children they have to die
Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
The last thing she said
before the cops pronounced her dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!"
Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning
La la la la La la la lie
The young ones, the old ones,
they all gotta die
Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow
It's more like the other way around
I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming
La la la la La la la lie
Sooner or later we all gotta die
Since I was no bigger than a weavil
they've been saying I was evil
That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady,
but I've been trying hard lately
O **** it! I'm a monster! I admit it!
It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going
La la la la La la la lie
Mama always told me that we all gotta die
Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid,
stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit
Did the handyman with his circular
saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko,
that was two junior high school psychos
Stinky Bohoon and his friend
with the pumpkin-sized head
I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children have all gotta die
There were all the others,
all our sisters and brothers
You assumed were accidents,
best forgotten
Recall the children
who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo?
Everyone assumed
the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom
Well, they're underneath the house
where I do quite a bit of stowing
La la la la La la la lie
Even twenty little children,
they had to die
And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum
There was the biggest ****-fight this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined,
land lords getting sued
All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline
Those flames really roared
when the wind started blowing
La la la la La la la lie
Rich man, poor man, all got to die
Well I confessed to all these crimes
and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
It ain't home, but you know, it's ******* better than jail
It ain't such bad old place to have a home in
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all gotta die
Now I got shrinks
that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests
I keep telling them they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer,
"Why of course!
There is so much more I could have done
if they'd let me!"
So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they all have to die
La la la la La la la lie
I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine
La la la la La la la lie
Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine
La la la la La la la lie
All God's children they gotta die
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