F.G.S. - I'm Growing a Cross Around My Neck Lyrics

I'm growing a cross around my neck
I'm getting my body to form perfectly
I'm bride hopeful with one God crutch
My Hellmouth, my monster, my Shrek
I'm growing a cross around my neck
Not as strong as a swollen stream in early May
I wish I had a classroom full of good
My stump, my scarecrow, my shipwreck
Outside over there where swamps are pink
The daisies would impale me, oil jacks would rail me
Seven Dwarfs would jail me
I'm growing a cross around my neck
If I had a dollar for every time I had a fantasy
I would sooner destroy my manhood than betray your heart
My bruiser, my wretch, my Hunchback
Outside over there where woods are pink
The daisies would impale me, oil jacks would rail me
Big bad wolf would jail me
Sylvia is in the woods picking flowers
She hears a twig snap, but when she glances around she doesn't see anything
Suddenly, some birds rise from the brush - startling her and the audience
Sylvia smiles as she watches them fly away
A gloved hand clamps down on her mouth and we see the infamous masked man
He forces her arm down and the flowers fall
As he drags her away, the camera focuses on the fallen bouquet
Don't you love symbolism?
I'm growing a cross around my neck
I'm getting my body to form perfectly
I'm bride hopeful with one God crutch
My Hellmouth, my monster, my Shrek
Outside over there where woods are pink
The daisies would impale me, oil jacks would rail me
Big bad wolf would jail me