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Ted Bundy Part 1: Bruise The Fruits Of The FleshI'm alone, I walk on down that road,I try and try so hard to stop these urges, I see your face and I'm gone, something inside, it snaps and I know that I want it, I'll hunt you down and when I get you I will kill you, something inside, it snaps and I know that I want it, I'll hunt you down and when I get you I will kill you, Ted Ted Ted, Bundy, Ted Ted Ted, Bundy, Ted Ted Ted, Bundy, He's the coed killer, Ted Ted Ted, Bundy, I strangled the bitch. I don't know, but I've been told, there ain't no fuckin' heaven or no hell if you've got no soul, senses ablaze, its all around its light, smell and sound, a predator sits beside the dance floor, he's got his eyes on you, there's nothing that you can ever do, the fog clears to shaking rears, they'll set the stage alight, oh come on mama take my hand for this dance, if you don't I'll follow you home, follow you home, I have done It before, follow you home, it ain’t a fuckin' game! Again and again and again, I try so hard to stop these urges. Urges. Follow you home, it ain’t a fuckin' game! Again and again and again, I try so hard to stop these urges. Urges. Ted Ted Ted, Bundy, Ted Ted Ted, Bundy, Ted Ted Ted, Bundy, Ted Ted Ted, Bundy. Hands to the wheel just a laughin' and cryin', ain’t satisfied 'til I got someone dyin'. I gotta relax I'm wound up inside, groin is tingling, need satisfaction, bruise the fruits of the flesh, prevent suicide, commit homicide, side by side, behind a parked car I’m waiting. |