Die My Bride

Well I’d rather cut you then the wedding cake
And your bloody guts on my rented tux
And I do
I do
I do want to kill you
Till death do us part
I’ll tear us apart

Now I kiss your cold dead lips
And dip my chips in the blood that drips
And I smear the cake right in your face
Let your God take you to a better place

Well I love you to death
Well I love you to death

Die!
Die!
Die!
DIE MY BRIDE!!

Die!
Die!
Die!
DIE MY BRIDE!!

All you ever meant to me was ab -so- lutely nothing
And with this ring I be-wed
Don’t want to kiss you bitch!
I want to bash your head!

Well I love you to death
Well I love you to death

Die!
Die!
Die!
DIE MY BRIDE!!

Die!
Die!
Die!
DIE MY BRIDE!!

Die!
Die!
Die!
DIE MY BRIDE!!

Die!
Die!
Die!
DIE MY BRIDE!!