Baby bought a one way ticket
Suitcase in her hand
She's gonna break the vacuum seal on her brand new plan
Now she's chopping up the garden
Destroyer of worlds
She thinks she'll dig a handsome poet up out of the dirt
Any old day she'll knock your house down and get you to pay
Crying, I'm not what you think I am
It's alright she'll whisper
In the end you'll meet a girl
And thrill to a brand new version of the same old pill
Now she's chopping up the children
Divide them into two
There'll be a boy for me a girl for you
Any old day she'll knock your house down and get you to pay
Crying, I'm not what you think I am
And I've tortured you before
And you always asked for more
More than I can ever stand
It's so automatic
Baby bought a one way ticket
Suitcase in her hand
She's gonna break the vacuum seal on her brand new plan