. Smashing and crashing and angry noises
Name themselves as Mommy's toyses
And only when the last enemy's killed
Can Mommy's tears cease being spilled.
So kill and slash and mutilate:
Spill out your rage - and all your hate.
Cause when you're done and they're all dead,
We know you'll tuck us in to bed.
With our goodnight kiss, we'll say our prayers;
You'll ask our dreams to ease our cares.
And when we wake up, fresh and bright,
You'll be happy, and hold us tight.