I don't know whether you've lost your temper
You should know better than to go dismember
The enemy, it's true they'd do it to you
That doesn't mean you get a free pass for this scene
Not right
I stood by in shock, yikes
I think you should take five
No reason to pull knives on dead guys

This victory is messy
Are you crazy? Are you petty?
I don't care, whichever excuse, neither's better
Nothing left to sever, couldn't be deader

You shot that man in the heart, which is grand
Now his dark reign of terror is finally over
But there's ways to savor that are less painful
Than slicing his eyeballs into fine shreds, you freak
Not right
Grisly sight to pass by
Might make strangers go right
To "Who's the real bad guy?", hate that tripe

There's no need to be messy
Don't be like that Krueger, Freddy
Know you can be better than that stripy sweater
You're not a go-getter, that douche can't get deader

Oh-ho-oh-ah, couldn't be deader (oh)
Oh-oh-ho-ah-ah-ah, couldn't be deader

There's "being sure he can't be
Back again" but this is nasty
There's no need to sever his limbs and his member
Cremation is better, less disturbed