The Perverted Nursery V: The brutal Fatality

(Verse 1) [Whispered, breathy] "Mary had a little lamb... but Mary lied— That fleece was black as sin and twice as wide... She led him to the pasture, tied him tight, Her ruby lips around him... what a sight..." [Guttural moan into distorted guitar riff] (Pre-Chorus) "Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard wasn’t bare— Just stuffed with something... *else* in there... She bent right over, showed the neighborhood, 'Who’s been *naughty* in my woods?'" [Choked gasp, fingernails down a chalkboard] (Chorus) [Snarling, unhinged] "Hush little baby, don’t say a *word*— Daddy’s got a *knife* and you’ve just heard... The cradle *falls*, the walls *drip* red, Sing you to sleep... in a *rubber* bed..." [Sound of breaking glass, wet laughter] (Verse 2) "Humpty Dumpty sat on the *wall*— Till Humpty’s *eggs* dropped... one and all... The king’s men *licked* them off the bricks, While the queen *watched*... and *drooled*... thick..." [Groaning bassline, zipper undone] (Bridge) [Spoken, panting] "London Bridge is *burning* down... But *oh*... she *likes* the way it sounds... Molten metal *sticks* to skin, Push me in—*push me in*—" [Ecstatic screaming, feedback wail] (Outro) [Whimpering, fading] "Rock-a-bye baby... on the *rooftop*... When the wind blows... *your bones* will *pop*... Down will come *cradle*, *child*, and *scream*... And *Mommy*... will... *clean*..." [Final note: A knife sharpening, then silence]