Fifty women,
Fifty brides,
Fifty girls,
Fifty lives.

Running away
from fifty men,
wanting to escape
the marriage pen.

Don't want cages,
Wanting love.
Fifty men chasing
from the chopper above.

Like a S.W.A.T. team,
hunting down,
fifty brides
in their wedding gowns.

Brides make an oath,
they make a pact,
A lust for blood
in the wedding act.

Hearts are hard,
time is now,
**** them all,
make no vows.