I can hear the soft chanting
Of the girl that can kill
As she whispers "death to thee"
As one with the night
And her hair, all a fine black
Building a gallows
And tying a noose
In the ghostly moonlight

She is hard, she is cold
And her brother is heavy
And I watch as her knife
Chops the head off a doll
And I know with the first fright of dawn
She'll be cleaving
And her toys will be
Strewn about in the hall

Oh what has she done?
Must have been fun it
Was passing the time
She's just like her pa
Her life in this mansion
Dissecting a liver
Re-loading a gun
That she got from ma

Her life is unreal
One time television
And also hit movies
And prob'ly a play
It's just a kid phase
As pal Death walks beside her
The mourning is just a few hours away