"Bigger Shop Of Horrors" genre: Punk
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	"Why is murdering illegal? It's just murdering man... Let's have a blast!"
	CD: 5 Song CD Sampler
	Lyrics I got a bigger shop of horrors Much redder than yours I got a bigger shop of horrors There's evil stomping on the floor Well, my bigger shop of horrors Wants you on the display Larger shop of terror Won't you come on in and stay? That itty bitty plant ain't scaring me How could I be scared of clay, soil and seeds? Well, it smells like a coroners And the pipes drip rusty water It's too dirty for the spiders The floors could be a little whiter. But they're too caked with blood, to even see the tiles Every time we do it, I get nothing but smiles Why is murdering illegal? It's just murdering man... Let's have a blast! So let your thorns rip out my eyes Rip my chest wide open, take a bite inside I'm sure all the fun we had will hurt But we belong 6 feet under lots of dirt But they're too caked with blood, to even see the tiles Every time we do it, I get nothing but smiles Why is murdering illegal? It's just murdering man... Let's have a blast! So let your thorns rip out my eyes Rip my chest wide open, take a bite inside I'm sure all the fun we had will hurt But we belong 6 feet under lots of dirt Now that fun we had is lost Darling all that killing, honey, baby-doll, you're the most When I see dry blood on some rubber gloves It takes me to the time when murdering meant love

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