Be My Friend کے بول

There's a girl across the street from me I buried her son beneath a tree I don't know why she's mad at me He was stinking up my garage, you see I met a cute boy, he liked my smile We fell in love for a little while He kissed me on the lips and it tasted sweet So i chopped him into pieces and cooked his meat Serial killers are people too If you take away the voices i'm just like you I'll hack you up and bury you in my yard But why does making friends have to be so very hard? I made a dress from a choir girl's skin I wore it to church, the preacher said i'd sinned Forgive me father for my fashion crime Your skin is so nice i'll use yours next time Serial killers are people too If you take away the voices i'm just like you I'll hack you up and bury you in my yard But why does making friends have to be so very hard? La la la la la la la..