I woke up this morning with a thought in my head I like the idea of seeing you dead It's not that I hate you I just need something to do I think I'll kill some time I'll do it killing YOU What's the point of shooting you with a plain old boring gun Why should I shoot when I could beat you with a boot Not too quick, not too slow Just like on TV!!! IT'S KILLING TIME, IT'S KILLING TIME I NEED SOMETHING TO DO IT'S KILLING TIME, IT'S KILLING TIME IT'S KILLING TIME, IT'S KILLING TIME GOTTA KEEP MYSELF AMUSED IT'S KILLING TIME, IT'S KILLING TIME I like the way you stammer when I whack you with a hammer I like the way you shake when I poke you with a rake We're gonna play a game HOT AS HELL is it's name We'll play it on the porch with a lighter and a torch I'll smother you in chocolate to make you nice and sweet Then I'll chop you into pieces like halloweeny treats I'll find myself a cleaver to lop off your little ears and while you lie there bleeding I'll down a few cold beers Come here... COME HERE!!! I mean it! Allright... have it your way... Down the stairs with love with a not so gentle shove I'll grab a file to scrape you then stuff you up and bake you Zap you in the microwave till you're burnt to powder Like a manical gourmet I'll boil your bones in chowder