The Spike

Your mother said to stay away she’s kneeling down to pray
Don’t even think to criticize he’ll make your daughters pay
There is a man who’s got a knife he kills before he begs
Slice your girl and dice her down she’ll amongst the dregs
You’ll never see the boys again with stumpy little pegs
He has to wear a sheath because the spike’s between his legs
Little bitches come to him — princess brides who’ve never sinned
Can’t protect the innocent — they’re the ones who never win
Don’t you try to run again — the warnings that your mama gave
Think of all the time you saved by standing on the spike
Wash in bloody water 'cuz you’ll never heal the scars
Cold metallic penetration makes you see the stars
Razor sharp and purified you’ve never seen the likes
There is no man that can compare to standing on the spike
Little bitches come to him — princess brides who’ve never sinned
Can’t protect the innocent — they’re the ones who never win
Don’t you try to run again — the warnings that your mama gave
Think of all the time you saved by standing on the spike