Interpret:

Dead Kennedys

Album:

Fresh fruit for rotting vegetables

God told me to skin you alive
I kill children
I loveto see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
Crush 'em under my car
I wanna hear 'em scream
Feed 'em poison candy
To spoil their Halloween


So you're in the kids ward
You're in there because you're ill
How about some Pavulon
So I can see you chill


Time to hit the school bus
I think I'll shoot the tires
Offer them a helping hand
Of open telephone wires


Ever wanted to die?
Ofcourse you have
But I won't till I get my revenge
I don't wanna see people anymore


Things I never ever saw before
Make me see them for the shit they are
Take as many as I can away with me
Been butt-fucked one too many ways
Anyone can be king for a day


So I kill children
I love to see them die
I kill children
And make their mamas cry
I bang their heads in doors
I kill children
Can hardly wait for yours