. 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 **** 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.