I live in a town called Millhaven
And it's small and it's mean and it's cold
If you come around just the sun goes down
You'll watch the whole thing turn to gold
It's around then that I used to go roaming

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All God's children, they all gotta die

My name is Loretta, but I prefer Lottie
I'm closing in on my 15th year
If you think that you've seen a pair of eyes more green
Then you sure haven't seen 'em around here
Well my hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing

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My momma often told me that we all got to die

You must have heard about the curse of Millhaven
How last Christmas Bill Blakey's little boy didn't come home
They found him the next week up in One Mile Creek
With his head bashed in and his pockets full of stone
Just imagine all the women moaning...

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Even Bill Blakey's boy, he had to die

When Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High
Found nailed to his door his prize winning Terrier
The next day the old fool brought little Biko to school
And we all had to watch as he buried her
Well his euglogy to Biko had all the tears flowing

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Even God's little creatures, they have to die

Well our little town fell into a state of shock
A lotta people were saying things that made little sense
The next thing you know the head of handyman Joe
Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence
Well foul play can really get a small town going

La la la la
La la la li
Even God's children, they have to die

In a cruell twist of fate, old Mrs. Colegate
Was stabbed but the job was not complete
Well the last thing she said, before the cops pronounced dead
Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street"
Well twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning...

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The young ones, the old ones, they've all got to die

Yes, it is I Lottie the curse of Millhaven
I've struck horror in the heart of this town
Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow,
It's more like the other way around
I've got a pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming

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Sooner of later we've all got to die

Since I was no bigger than a weavil
They've been saying I was evil
That if bad was a boot then I would fit it
That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately
Aww fuck it, I'm a monster I admit it
Well, it makes me so mad that my blood starts a-going

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Momma always told me that we all gotta die

Well yeah, I drowned the Bailey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate I admit
Did the handyman with that circular saw in his garden shed
But I never crucified little Biko, that was completely highschool
psychos
Stinky Bo Hoon and his friend with the pumpkin sized head
I sing to the lot, now that you got me going

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All God's children, they've all got to die

Then there're all of the others, all our sister and brothers
You assumed were accidents best forgotten
Recall the children who broke through the ice on lake Tahoo
Everyone assumed the warning signs had followed them to the bottom
Well they're underneath the house where I've required a bit of stowing

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Even twenty little children, they had to die

And the fire in '91 that raised the Bellavista slum
That was the biggest shit fire this country's ever seen
Insurance companies ruined, landlords getting sued
All cause of a wee little girl with a can of gasoline
Well those flames really roared when the wind started blowing

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The rich man and the poor man, they all gotta die

Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial
I was laughing when they took me away
Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah
Well it ain't home but, ya know, it's better than jail
It ain't such a bad old place to happy home in

La la la la
La la la li
All God's children, they all gotta die

Now I got shrinks who will not rest with their endless Rorsach tests
I keep telling them that I think they're out to get me
They ask me if I feel remorse
And I say well of course, there's so much more I could have done
if they'd let me
So it's Rorsach and prozaak and everything is groovy

La la la la
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All God's children, they all gotta die

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I'm happy as a lark now, and everything is fine

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Everything is groovy, everything is fine

La la la la
La la la li
All God's children, they gotta die