Lyrics not written by an AI, they came out of my own mind. NSFW --------------------------------------------------- [Intro] (All work and no play makes Mary Louise a dull gal) (All work and no play makes Mary Louise a dull gal) I have daddy issues, since I met him in the bar Life's been a twisted road, no guiding star Since I fucked him my wounds go far (No regrets), [Scream] but it left a fucking mental scar! My mother doesn't know that I fucked my father Until he showed me the photo of me in his locket He didn't know that I was his daughter He was the first I murdered, the locket in my pocket. My husband thinks I travel as a part of my job And I've fucked a lot of men in the backseat of the car They never went home back to their kids and wives I've been too busy taking their lives Here I come, I am annoyed Got the bat, where are you my toy Didn’t come to talk, I came to destroy Won’t be distracted by your fancy ploys I can’t concentrate, My killer brain fixates No, not really, well maybe in theory About to go postal, [Scream] call Mr. McFeely You might think I’m a fool, but I'm no puppet Got no strings, I ain't no Muppet Stealthy steps like I’m ghosting through the night Dropping into darkness, slipping out of sight I am Judge Doom, not the cat from Chester, Laugh like jesters, mischievous tester, Swing through Toontown with alien clowns, Killer tomatoes in Carpenter Town. [Chorus] My murder kit is hidden in the panels Of the station wagon I take in my travels Cross provincial lines, an ominous spree Opportunities arise, they're waiting for me (All work and no play makes Mary Louise a dull gal) Every time I think about fucking my dad Got an urge to kill, I gotta do it bad Got the murder sack with bags and chainsaws Maps with abandoned shacks, it’s hand-drawn [Chorus] My murder kit is hidden in the panels Of the station wagon I take in my travels Cross provincial lines, an ominous spree Opportunities arise, they're waiting for me Are you ready? [Scream] It’s time to play tag! If I catch you, you’re the one to get bagged! The junk in the trunk, well it might be your body Hidden away like a secret nobody Ungodly, make stone angels weep Unknown and alone, the dangers creep Got a perfect family, disguise is impeccable Lots of friends, my aura is respectable No spectacle, I like a low profile So the profilers end up with no file Walk a mile in my shoes and you will see That a crocodile has less cruelty [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] My murder kit is hidden in the panels Of the station wagon I take in my travels Cross provincial lines, an ominous spree Opportunities arise, they're waiting for me With fluency, I read a target afar Figure out who I can stuff into a jar Into my car, this is your last ride There’s no escape once you’re trapped inside! [Chorus] My murder kit is hidden in the panels Of the station wagon I take in my travels Cross provincial lines, an ominous spree Opportunities arise, they're waiting for me [Guitar Solo] All work and no play makes Mary Louise a dull gal All work and no play makes Mary Louise a dull gal