Slain belles scream. Are ya listenin'?
In the lane blood is glistenin'.
In horror and fright,
A beautiful sight.
Shocking in a winter wonderland.

Blown away is the bluebird.
Here he lays, shot right through bird.
He sings no more songs.
He's where he belongs.
Shocking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can kill a postman,
And pretend that he is sleeping sound.
He'll say "Please don't kill me,"
We'll say "No man."
"We are going to put you in the ground."

Later on we'll expire,
As we burn in the fire.
To rest we'll be laid.
Soon we'll be decayed.
Shocking in a winter wonderland.