Yesterday
I dreamed I killed a little girl
Cut off her head
Stuck out her brown tiny eyes
Gotta feel good, gotta feel good
When I see her blood on my kitchen wall
When I feel her pain in my soul
How could some people asked whether I'm ill
When I feel well
I killed a little girl in my kitchen and I feel better than ever
This time... this time........ when I do it again
My face painted red. blood runs out her neck, her skin is so soft
Yes i am a good tailor
Gotta feel good, gotta feel good
When I see her blood on my kitchen wall
When I feel her pain in my soul
How could some people asked whether I'm ill
When I feel well
I killed a little girl in my kitchen and
I feel better than ever
This time.... this time..... when I do it again